So, I'd planned on being online last night. There were a lot of things I needed to catch up on.
Suddenly, my browser started spazzing. I couldn't connect to anything.
I geeked-out on the problem for awhile. Went through all the standard troubleshooting steps: hard-booting, purging browser cache, etc.
- Pinging: worked for the most part.
- Verizon software: said all was good.
- Mail: seemed to be communicating with the server.
- Modem: cycled back up, all the pretty blinkenlights were blinkening.
- Netstat: showed established connections.
- Ipconfig: looked fine, though the subnet mask looked wrong, and I could neither /release nor /renew.
"Aha," said I, "it appears to be a problem with the subnet mask!"
Mind you, I'd been wrestling with this problem for hours.
So, feeling secure in my ubergeekocity, I picked up the phone to call Verizon...
...and got no dial-tone.
My phone had been dead (or close to it) the entire time.
I am an idiot.
But wait-- this gets better-- this is the second time I've gone through this very same procedure.
[insert forehead slap here]
Note to self: When web access is dead in the water, pick up the damned phone.
Three times to learn the lesson, they say. Let's see if I can do it in two this time ;)
Anywho, long story short: if you emailed me last night, I didn't get it. Mail seems to have fetched, lost connection, and devoured.
I hope it was tasty.
I was so frustrated with this turn of events that I went to karaoke (despite not feeling too great) at 10pm (which should be my bedtime, not my goingout time). I used a friend's phone there to call Verizon.
I went through the entire automated repair system. Fifteen minutes of button-pushing. The synthesized voice informed me that yes, there was a problem, and a problem report was being prepared. Where could I be rea... *STATIC*
So I ran outside. "We REALLY need to know where we can reach you!" Who knew automation could be so emotional?
So I put in my work number.
Evidently, my work number wasn't to their liking, because I was informed I'd be transfered to a live representative.
"We're sorry, all lines are busy... please call back and use our automated phone system! Thank you!"
I didn't call back.
I stayed out too late. Shame on me. But I saw a lot of friends, and caught up on some stuff.
I sang Material Girl (first time-- sang it well, too!), It's Raining Men (w/ Am and Jo-- I sang REALLY BADLY), and Dirty Deeds (rocked the house, yo). Even with my voice being shot, I did pretty well; and singing is such a wonderful catharsis.
Hung out with Joanna, Amanda, Kris A, and DM Jack. I see those folks too rarely. So glad I stopped in.
Turns out, Joanna will be playing the murder mystery role that I cannot, which is very cool. And funny, in a way. She'll do great.
My glands were like large angry marbles this morning, and my sinuses were filled with wet cement-- I'm thinking now that perhaps the new script didn't give me flu-like symptoms yesterday... it was probably a bug (maybe even, get this, a flu bug).
Further proof that the simplest solution is usually the correct one ;) (Oh, like I needed further proof!)
So, I went to call-in late to work.
And of course the phone was dead :P
So I sucked it up and just went to work. I've been loading up on Olive Leaf and Colostrum, and am feeling quite a bit better already.
Stupid, but better.
Now I'm off to pick up a birthday cake for a coworker :)
How YOU doin'?