My Love/Hate Relationship With The Internet

So tonight I was attempting to hook up the wireless internet to my vile sister's Wii, and I encountered a problematic situation. By "problematic" I mean that it was one that seemed simple enough but turned into one that made me want to peel the skin off my palms with a butter knife.

Now I never claimed to be a computer or technology whiz, and I certainly never will, but I never considered myself a particular dunce when it came to that stuff either. However, this task might just do me in...

I just spent the entire night searching online, troubleshooting, for ways to find out why it wasn't connecting. It told me a whole array of procedures and strategies, none of which worked, that included refreshing the IP address, finding the WEP or WPA keys, and doing strange things with firewalls. I tell you, I'm close to setting a real wall on fire.

Now, you must be thinking about the title of this here blog post and it also contains the word "love" in reference to the internet and you might be confused because I have only been ranting about the "hate" part.
Here's the kicker. The reason I love the internet is because of the fact that I actually could look up the specific problems I was having and find very specific answers to the exact problem! The great thing about the internet is that if you are having a problem, there is always someone else out there with the EXACT SAME problem who will post it on the internet along with some solutions. It truly is great. Anything from Wii internet connections to the amount of chocolate your dog can eat without kicking the bucket to how to gain mob family members in the iPod game-app iMob.

So, thanks to the internet, I now know that all I have to do tomorrow is restore the default settings on my wireless internet router and then I should be able to find the WEP key and all should be well! If I could only be so lucky...

All of this just so my sister can download songs for Rock Band II. Sheesh.

Moving on. I did go camping this past weekend. It was an interestingly strange, yet all-around pretty fun, experience. I've never played Rock Band that was projected on to the side of a trailer in the middle of the wilderness before.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually looking forward to this up-coming school year. Gasp! I know, I know. I think I'm looking forward to it because it's not like high school. I am only taking the classes that I want and I have so much more freedom to do what I want with my time. I'm getting the feeling that with summer and everything, the family is just getting sick of being around each other, so school should definitely help with that.

Actually, as summer is sort of wrapping itself up (in the sense of no-school, not in the sense of the season because it's certainly still hot enough to be summer), I am kind of disappointed that I didn't do more of what I had planned to do. I wanted to do lots of writing and art and movie-stuff in the summer, but I just either didn't have the time, or didn't have the energy. I really do enjoy my days of doing absolutely nothing and as I get older (*boo hoo*) I know I won't have anything like that in the future, so I'd like to embrace my doing-nothing time while I'm still young (*boo hoo*). However, I must say that various events throughout the summer and the past year have certainly given me many (and I mean tons) of ideas for writing. The best inspiration is life-experience.

Well, I'm pretty tired so I think I'll turn in.
Before I go, I'd like to leave you with three things:

1. A lovely picture of Edward Norton:

2. A lovely video of Neil Young singing "Old Man":



3. A lovely quote from the Anglo-Irish painter Francis Bacon:

"Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends."

Bleep.