God. Damn. It. About, god, maybe as long as two years ago, something with my wireless router and my modem went kablooey, and in a triumph of laziness I decided to just unplug the router, toss it in a cupboard, and only have Internet access when I sat at my desk. This actually ended up working out great, because while I love the Internet, it isn't very conducive to my ability to focus. So when I needed to concentrate on writing, I could just move my laptop to the armchair in the corner, or the living room, or my armchair on the balcony -- leaving me web-less and unencumbered by incoming email and random Wikipedia searches. It worked out GREAT.
Yesterday, though, my roommate's girlfriend bore unto him a shiny white bundle of joy. By which I mean she got him a Wii. Wiis work fine offline, but they're even more flash once you hook them up to the internets. And since I wasn't using my router, I thought I'd hand it off to Paul so he could hook it up to his cable modem.
I failed to realize what this meant for me.
I have been sitting in my armchair in the corner for thirty minutes now.
They have not been particularly productive.
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posted by Liz # 1:30 PM
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