My grandmother insists her dial-up connection to an ISP — which is no longer the ISP she thinks it is — works well.
But she cannot fathom how it works. Nor did she have any clue she had a modem, just that things were broken, leading to my introduction to the ancient Frankenstein of a system my mother foisted on her (at ridiculous cost for such an out-dated set-up).
Some day, I shall have the strength to get her DSL, Wi-Fi and an Apple laptop. Some day.
If I prove courageous enough.
From McSweeney's: In which I fix my girlfriend's grandparents' Wi-Fi and am hailed as a conquering hero
But she cannot fathom how it works. Nor did she have any clue she had a modem, just that things were broken, leading to my introduction to the ancient Frankenstein of a system my mother foisted on her (at ridiculous cost for such an out-dated set-up).
Some day, I shall have the strength to get her DSL, Wi-Fi and an Apple laptop. Some day.
If I prove courageous enough.
"Some in the kingdom thought the cause of the darkness must be the Router. Little was known of the Router, legend told it had been installed behind the recliner long ago by a shadowy organization known as Comcast. Others in the kingdom believed it was brought by a distant cousin many feasts ago. Concluding the trouble must lie deep within the microchips, the people of 276 Fernadale Street did despair and resign themselves to defeat.
But with the dawn of the feast of Christmas did a beacon of hope manifest itself upon the inky horizon. Riding in upon a teal Ford Focus came a great warrior, a suitor of the gentlefolks’ granddaughter. Word had spread through the kingdom that this warrior worked with computers and perhaps even knew the true nature of the Router."
From McSweeney's: In which I fix my girlfriend's grandparents' Wi-Fi and am hailed as a conquering hero











