helen-louise (baratron) wrote,
helen-louise
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the internet is broken!

I am not happy. For some reason, my computer is refusing to allow me to dial up tonight. It's obviously some sort of technical problem, but I can't work out what it is. I can't dial up using any of my ISP's numbers or indeed, any of my ISPs. This would lead to the obvious conclusion that perhaps there's something wrong with the phone line, yet there's a dial tone when I pick the phone up, and it rang when I called it from my mobile. Very mysterious. Of course, by the time you read this I'll either have fixed the problem or given up and gone out to the cybercafe, but for the moment I need to rant!

As I often explain to people, it's not that I'm addicted to my net connection. It's more that I'm addicted to communication. Expecting me to manage without a way of talking to the outside world would be like sticking me in a bubble and expecting me to cope. In my whole childhood, I had maybe two or three real friends - and then I went to university and met geeks. Suddenly I discovered that there were other people in the world that I enjoyed talking to. Geeks being few and far between, I can't just wander into a pub and expect to find people whose conversation will stimulate me. So I guard my net connection as the tool that lets me enjoy human companionship.

I wouldn't mind if I knew what the problem was and for how long it was likely to last. If I'd received a little letter saying "Dear Customer, we regret to inform you that the internet will be broken this evening between the hours of 7.30 and 10.30pm" then I could just get on with my life. As it is, I'm going to have to keep trying until this works...
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