Today was spent helping the 'rents set up their new GPS system (I covet it now) and installing a wireless router so they don't have to walk upstairs to surf the 'net anymore. A few thoughts:
1) The wireless network Sweetie and I mercilessly poached from whilst living there this summer is now secured. I'm surprised it didn't happen whilst we were actively poaching, but it was bound to happen eventually.
2) I miss US-based telephone tech support. And it's not that "Ike" didn't give me the "excellent customer service" he promised (had issues installing the router, ended up being IP addresses that couldn't play nice together unless they were forced to)... but it just wasn't as much fun as tech support frompain a native English speaker. I used to always get in crazy conversations with the tech guys while waiting for the computers to do their things, but now it's just "Ike" repeating back what I said to him to make sure he understood me correctly.
3) Naming a network comes with a certain amount of pressure. Naming your parents' network, on the fly, without their input, is TOUGH. OK, I COULD have asked my Mom for input, but first I would have had to explain what the network name was and why we needed to come up with something, and I didn't want to keep "Ike" waiting for that. So if you're ever in Sherwood (or wherever they end up moving to next) and stumble across a network named "momanddad" that's all them.
4) We won't even go into the pressure that arose when deciding on a password for the network.
1) The wireless network Sweetie and I mercilessly poached from whilst living there this summer is now secured. I'm surprised it didn't happen whilst we were actively poaching, but it was bound to happen eventually.
2) I miss US-based telephone tech support. And it's not that "Ike" didn't give me the "excellent customer service" he promised (had issues installing the router, ended up being IP addresses that couldn't play nice together unless they were forced to)... but it just wasn't as much fun as tech support frompain a native English speaker. I used to always get in crazy conversations with the tech guys while waiting for the computers to do their things, but now it's just "Ike" repeating back what I said to him to make sure he understood me correctly.
3) Naming a network comes with a certain amount of pressure. Naming your parents' network, on the fly, without their input, is TOUGH. OK, I COULD have asked my Mom for input, but first I would have had to explain what the network name was and why we needed to come up with something, and I didn't want to keep "Ike" waiting for that. So if you're ever in Sherwood (or wherever they end up moving to next) and stumble across a network named "momanddad" that's all them.
4) We won't even go into the pressure that arose when deciding on a password for the network.
