Our Yahoos have a tendency to get bent. Really bent. Like slam-the-door-and-kick-it bent. Each and every time they get their "undies in an uproar" or their respective "tits in a ringer," I say (sometimes more calmly than others), "manage your frustrations."
Now, those who know me will laugh out loud and maybe fart because I, myself, have no clue how to manage my frustrations. I'm working on it, though. Don't cast me aside just yet. Or perhaps maybe you should cast me aside because I am currently slam-the-door-and-kick-it bent.
Bent, bent, BENT!
Since around Tuesday, I've been planning a post to present my new love affair with the Mac. I was going to tell you how much I slobber when I play with it. I was going to tell you how I follow Steve Jobs on Twitter and have accompanying Steve Jobs stuff to go with this Mac Love Affair post.
That's not gonna happen, because the Mac has managed to provide more frustrating fury than I can handle. The plastic is still on it. I'm ready to throw it back in the box, drive it over to the dudes in the lime green shirts, and demand my million dollars back. Hell, I'm tempted to throw the damn thing in the driveway and drive over it.
Someone needs to tell me to Manage My Frustrations, right? I mean, it's a Mac. It's the most wonderful piece of machinery in the universe. Yadi yadi yadi.
The thing is, up until Tuesday, when all 27 inches of the meMac were 10 days old, I was singing wonderful universe machinery praises. But on Tuesday, afternoon to be precise, the Airport quit working. (Airport is Mac-speak for wifi, just in case you didn't know that like I didn't know that.)
No Internet. Everyone knows that in these new-fangled times, a computer without internet is worthless.
I have no internet on the meMac. We have three PCs and a mePhone. The PCs and mePhone are talking to the internet through wifi, just fine. I have called Apple twice. They say it's my ISP. I have spoken with the ISP twice. They have had me moving the monster around the house, to test each nook and cranny. We have changed security protocols, channels and passwords. The ISP says it's Apple, because the PCs work just fine.
The runaround. Apple blames ISP. ISP blames Apple.
For a final test, I load the meMac in the car, and drive it to Vera's. I plug it in, click on her network, enter her password and voila. I have internet. Come back home, do the same. I have no internet on the Mac. We have Internet everywhere else, but no internet on the Mac. Still. I called the ISP again. They tell me to buy a new modem for eighty dollars.
Somebody tell me to Manage My Frustrations, because I'm about to lose it. I have spent 4 (four) hours today working on this. I do not have four hours to work on a petty little issue like internet connectivity.
To top it off, it looks like rain is coming. I'm tired of rain. I live in Utah, for crying out loud! It's a DRY DAMN STATE -- in more ways than two.