Day of reckoning
“We have determined that the cable modem provided to you for use with your Time-Warner Cable RoadRunner service needs to be replaced.
Within the next week we will send you a new cable modem and installation instructions on how to replace your current modem. We will enclose a convenient pre-addressed self-mailer that will allow you to send back the current modem once you have replaced it — all at no expense to you.
It is important that you replace the modem as soon as it arrives. Your current modem will be deactivated soon after your new modem is delivered.”
UH-OHHHHHHHH..........
Fear and loathing!
Tamper with my Internet, and you’re taking all the fun out of my life.
After all, these blogs get posted via the Internet.
That includes “MPNnow” as well as this here BlogSpot.
We also know that nothing is easy when it comes to technology.
Our new cable-modem finally arrived via UPS, along with contorted instructions, a CD operator’s-manual in 15 languages, cables, connectors, wires, everything but the kitchen-sink.
The day-of-reckoning was yesterday, Friday, March 25, 2011.
Again, fear and loathing.
Time-Warner said make the change after 11 a.m.; that was when our new modem would be required.
It’s 9:30 a.m.
I fire up my Internet.
Nothing. All my 10 historied Internet-tabs are “try again.......”
“I thought they said 11 a.m.,” I remarked. “It’s 9:30, and it looks like this old modem is already dead.”
I switched to working offline, keying in something else.
For that I don’t need Internet.
I’d be going to the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym in about an hour — I’d be away at 11 a.m.
Either -a) my wife would do it, or -b) I’d try it myself when I got back.
There were all those undecipherable instructions, prompts, etc.
They made it sound like nothing would work with the new modem, e-mail, Internet, the whole stinkin’ kibosh.
Start from Square-One. Set up everything all over.
Um, guys, I ain’t a techno-maven. I don’t do this every day.
While at the YMCA my wife unplugged the old modem, and installed the new one.
VIOLA! Plug-and-play. She had Internet on her PC, wirelessly from our router.
So would I have Internet on this here rig?
I fired it up when I returned from the YMCA about 3:30, then fired up my Internet-browser.
Again, VIOLA! All 10 historied Internet-tabs fired up.
No on-screen prompts, no installation.
What was all that drama about?
• My wife of 43+ years is “Linda.” She retired as a computer programmer.
• “MPN” is Messenger-Post Newspapers, from where I retired. The Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper was the best job I ever had — I worked there almost 10 years. (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city nearby where we live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 15 miles away.) “MPNnow” is its web-site. (The Messenger bought the Post weekly newspapers, suburban weeklies around Rochester, when their publisher retired. There were nine Post weeklies.)
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym, appropriately named the “Wellness-Center,” usually three days per week, about three-four hours per visit.
Within the next week we will send you a new cable modem and installation instructions on how to replace your current modem. We will enclose a convenient pre-addressed self-mailer that will allow you to send back the current modem once you have replaced it — all at no expense to you.
It is important that you replace the modem as soon as it arrives. Your current modem will be deactivated soon after your new modem is delivered.”
UH-OHHHHHHHH..........
Fear and loathing!
Tamper with my Internet, and you’re taking all the fun out of my life.
After all, these blogs get posted via the Internet.
That includes “MPNnow” as well as this here BlogSpot.
We also know that nothing is easy when it comes to technology.
Our new cable-modem finally arrived via UPS, along with contorted instructions, a CD operator’s-manual in 15 languages, cables, connectors, wires, everything but the kitchen-sink.
The day-of-reckoning was yesterday, Friday, March 25, 2011.
Again, fear and loathing.
Time-Warner said make the change after 11 a.m.; that was when our new modem would be required.
It’s 9:30 a.m.
I fire up my Internet.
Nothing. All my 10 historied Internet-tabs are “try again.......”
“I thought they said 11 a.m.,” I remarked. “It’s 9:30, and it looks like this old modem is already dead.”
I switched to working offline, keying in something else.
For that I don’t need Internet.
I’d be going to the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym in about an hour — I’d be away at 11 a.m.
Either -a) my wife would do it, or -b) I’d try it myself when I got back.
There were all those undecipherable instructions, prompts, etc.
They made it sound like nothing would work with the new modem, e-mail, Internet, the whole stinkin’ kibosh.
Start from Square-One. Set up everything all over.
Um, guys, I ain’t a techno-maven. I don’t do this every day.
While at the YMCA my wife unplugged the old modem, and installed the new one.
VIOLA! Plug-and-play. She had Internet on her PC, wirelessly from our router.
So would I have Internet on this here rig?
I fired it up when I returned from the YMCA about 3:30, then fired up my Internet-browser.
Again, VIOLA! All 10 historied Internet-tabs fired up.
No on-screen prompts, no installation.
What was all that drama about?
• My wife of 43+ years is “Linda.” She retired as a computer programmer.
• “MPN” is Messenger-Post Newspapers, from where I retired. The Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper was the best job I ever had — I worked there almost 10 years. (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city nearby where we live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 15 miles away.) “MPNnow” is its web-site. (The Messenger bought the Post weekly newspapers, suburban weeklies around Rochester, when their publisher retired. There were nine Post weeklies.)
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym, appropriately named the “Wellness-Center,” usually three days per week, about three-four hours per visit.
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