Disconnected Part II: The Saga Continues

OK. I am not an idiot. I do know how to use technology. I do own a computer, a phone, mobile and a facebook account. But I cannot for the life of me understand why my (and I say this lovingly of course…) stupid obtuse imac will not read a WLAN connection. I must be doing something wrong.

Ok so we got it to work…or something like that. I’m not sure if you would call taking 23.5 minutes to load the Google homepage working. I mean really, what’s to load!!!???

But as anticipated, it stopped working or loading or whatever the hell it was doing.
So as intelligent as it sounds and as the I.T team quite often suggests; I thought, hey, here’s a bight idea – a restart will fix everything. WRONG.

I now have 2-3 random wireless accounts on my WLAN options. None that connect – no network data and no patience to go through that again.

I just want an internet connection. Is that too much to ask?

***This just in. It appears that the modem connects to the internet in 2 second intervals.*** Now I am starting to feel like this is a lost cause. Or something like that.

If anyone would like to offer any help, ideas, free computers (hello to my lovely fans at Apple if your still with me…); feel free. Oh I take chocolate as well- all it helps.

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BREAKING NEWS

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* This now in.

It turns out my imac still has it afterall…for now anyway.
The internet is live and in action. (I can hear gasps and sighs from all directions…)
Although not the most user friendly internet and not the most functional, it is still live!
So special thanks are needed for a miraculous discovery!
Now, if you could fix the overall speed of the internet while you are at it?

Thoughts of a traffic jam.

The traffic stops hastily by the river at a set of lights. I stare through the window of my car, across the road and down at the smooth grey water delimited with green surrounds.
I watch as the river changes, the autumn leaves float softly into the folds of water and are drawn into the current. The fog brushes just above the water stretched out like an unruffled blanket… a reminder that it’s still winter.

A bus comes from the other direction and stops within an inch, obscuring my view.

There is a child sitting in the window across from me. The glass blown shadow of her face falls upon mine. Our gazes lock.

Her eyes are the colour of the river.