Now is the Winter of our Disconnect
09/10/06 20:26 ::
Personal
Finally, after a dreary week of a dead internet
connection, I'm online again. What a ride — and
indeed, there's a story to it.
It all started last monday when my router, in what I thought was just another moodswing, promptly decided to cease and desist. Of course, on a monday it's worse — as that meant no relaxation time in front of the computer reading news over my coffee before heading to school. Dreadful.
It so happens that my router has been acting up every now and then, but restarting it usually does the trick. In my naiveness, when restarting didn't work I decided to exchange it at my service provider for a newer model. Happy back at home I plugged in my brand new router, but of course: .... nothing. That's when I finally noticed it: The phone-line seemed to be picking up no ADSL connection! Argh! In a panic attack I called my service provider, hoping that it'd just be something on their side... like a coffee spill on some wires, or a rat that'd found a nesting place on one of their motherboards. But alas, no such luck.
Two days later I'd made two drives (and a dozen phonecalls) to have my router reconfigured, exchanged to another model, and then changed back. I'm unsure whether I should call them incompetent, or call myself a sucker for driving back and forth all the time. At this point I'd grown a bit annoyed of the back-and-forths, and frustrated from not getting my "information fix" daily, so the providers sent a man over to my house to make sure I wasn't just a moron who'd forgotten to plug in his router phone-cord. Needless to say, the visit didn't fix the connection. But it was quite ironic later to find out that the man had left my router's phone-cord unplugged.
If this were The Shining, I'd have written a novel already.
But the show went on. Not being quite content with sitting around while other people procrastinate fixing my life-line, I called up the national phone company (all ISP's in Iceland lease connections from a single phone company). After some explanations and a couple of headscratches, the technical "expert" proudly proclaimed he'd realized what the problem was: You haven't had an active ADSL connection since 2004, at which point you moved to the internet service provider Hive.
No
ADSL connection since 2004? This is what the main
character in the movie "Sixth Sense" must have felt
like when he discovered he'd been dead for years.
As if this weren't weird enough, my internet service provider (ISP) is called Vortex — Hive is quite another ISP whom which I've never had any business with. How mind-boggingly bizarre.
It turns out that my ISP is leasing lines from another ISP, who's leasing lines from the national phone co. — a "secret" my ISP was not so willing to admit after my Sherlock-styled inquiry into these matters. Now, I'm not much for internet styled abbreviations, but WTF? It also seemed that this "collaboration" was hush-hush amongst the workers of the two ISP's, because in my conversations with Hive, a special guy had to be called in, and even he didn't know who needed to alert the public phone company of the problem.
Today, I was finally blessed with a green, static light indicating I was online again, after at least 4 rides to my ISP, a couple of rides to the University to check my mail, and about 15 phonecalls allover Reykjavík to figure out just what was going on.
In any case, it wasn't all bad. I made a pledge to myself, or an early new-years resolution, to start drawing more again. More on that later.
As Krisleifur @ CADIA pointed out today, breaking your habits every now and then are usually very good for you.
But I'm still going to refer to these past 7 days as "The Great Disconnection of 2006".
Later.
It all started last monday when my router, in what I thought was just another moodswing, promptly decided to cease and desist. Of course, on a monday it's worse — as that meant no relaxation time in front of the computer reading news over my coffee before heading to school. Dreadful.
It so happens that my router has been acting up every now and then, but restarting it usually does the trick. In my naiveness, when restarting didn't work I decided to exchange it at my service provider for a newer model. Happy back at home I plugged in my brand new router, but of course: .... nothing. That's when I finally noticed it: The phone-line seemed to be picking up no ADSL connection! Argh! In a panic attack I called my service provider, hoping that it'd just be something on their side... like a coffee spill on some wires, or a rat that'd found a nesting place on one of their motherboards. But alas, no such luck.
Two days later I'd made two drives (and a dozen phonecalls) to have my router reconfigured, exchanged to another model, and then changed back. I'm unsure whether I should call them incompetent, or call myself a sucker for driving back and forth all the time. At this point I'd grown a bit annoyed of the back-and-forths, and frustrated from not getting my "information fix" daily, so the providers sent a man over to my house to make sure I wasn't just a moron who'd forgotten to plug in his router phone-cord. Needless to say, the visit didn't fix the connection. But it was quite ironic later to find out that the man had left my router's phone-cord unplugged.
If this were The Shining, I'd have written a novel already.
But the show went on. Not being quite content with sitting around while other people procrastinate fixing my life-line, I called up the national phone company (all ISP's in Iceland lease connections from a single phone company). After some explanations and a couple of headscratches, the technical "expert" proudly proclaimed he'd realized what the problem was: You haven't had an active ADSL connection since 2004, at which point you moved to the internet service provider Hive.
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As if this weren't weird enough, my internet service provider (ISP) is called Vortex — Hive is quite another ISP whom which I've never had any business with. How mind-boggingly bizarre.
It turns out that my ISP is leasing lines from another ISP, who's leasing lines from the national phone co. — a "secret" my ISP was not so willing to admit after my Sherlock-styled inquiry into these matters. Now, I'm not much for internet styled abbreviations, but WTF? It also seemed that this "collaboration" was hush-hush amongst the workers of the two ISP's, because in my conversations with Hive, a special guy had to be called in, and even he didn't know who needed to alert the public phone company of the problem.
Today, I was finally blessed with a green, static light indicating I was online again, after at least 4 rides to my ISP, a couple of rides to the University to check my mail, and about 15 phonecalls allover Reykjavík to figure out just what was going on.
In any case, it wasn't all bad. I made a pledge to myself, or an early new-years resolution, to start drawing more again. More on that later.
As Krisleifur @ CADIA pointed out today, breaking your habits every now and then are usually very good for you.
But I'm still going to refer to these past 7 days as "The Great Disconnection of 2006".
Later.
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