more on the difficulty of ease

My best girl (friend) reminded me of this one, today . . .

Recently, we've had major rounds of thunder, lightning, and windstorms, here in the moody autumnal Northeastern U.S.

For me, on the literal edge of a State Forest, that means power outages. Frequent power outages (wtf with "blackouts" and "brownouts," gente? mm hmm).

One of those knocked my router off its normal course of behavior, so I did what any normal person would do: I reset the thing.

At which point, I was again online, but my network had disappeared.

So I reset it again. And again. And again.

Then I said to PJ, "Remind me I fucked up the router. I'll fix it tomorrow."

PJ reminded me thusly, "Hey! I can't get online!"

Oh. Um. Right.

I continued on my quest to reset the pinche router. I was way deep into the advanced settings, wondering what the fuck I did wrong . . .

We rebooted the router manually.

I was in the midst of rebooting my computer system, also, when I said aloud, "Maybe I should also turn off my firewall? That could be causing a significant issue . . ."

Duh.

Mi gente: you cannot, cannot, expect to tweak certain outgoing or incoming 'net services, from behind a firewall.

After momentarily disabling my cloak, I reset the router once, and all was well.

Then I put the firewall back in place.

Things to know, before one wastes time, tilting at windmills.


From an expert on wasted time,

~Emmanuela

in the spirit of change . . .

The Claiming Masculinity Project is now closed to new participants.

Verdad, mi gente.

I'll continue to follow the current participants' lives in photos, when the opportunities arise for such things.

Other than that, life is hectic, tú sabes . . .

And, of course, if I find the occasional person I simply must add, that will happen.

So don't fret.

It's not a dead thing; it's just a changed form.

Shouts to everyone for the support, all these years.

xo

~Emmanuela