• Actual Manor House

    omg. we have net.

    SIX WEEKS to the day, we have broadband back again.

    I do not EVEN have the heart to explain it all but it involved orders being cancelled and resubmitted and me almost bursting into tears on the phone support lady and managers green-lighting priority work for my account and a two-month credit being issued for the account and MANY QUESTIONS THAT I HAD ANTICIPATED AS PROBLEMS AND ASKED ABOUT VERY CLEARLY AND WAS PROMISED NO NO NO THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN AT ALL being the things that happened and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH

    but we have internets now.

    and it is good.

    regularly scheduled blogging will resume sometime in the next week.

  • Actual Manor House

    “imminent” was overstating things.

    I can’t even.

    The new modem arrived Wednesday. I plugged it in. It didn’t work. I called tech support. After (another) half hour on the phone with them, they concluded I had a faulty modem.



    They sent a new modem over by courier on Thursday

    I plugged it in. It didn’t work. I did all the rigamarole they’d had me do on the support call the day before. I called tech support. After (another) half hour on the phone with them, they concluded there was a fault in the line. They told me they could send a technician in 2-3 working days.

    Which makes our earliest possible internet on Monday, more likely Tuesday, wouldn’t be surprised if it’s Wednesday or even Thursday, even if that is, yes, more than 3 working days.

    I went on Twitter to see if I could publicly shame them into sending a tech today (Friday). I couldn’t.


    I am not, frankly, surprised that the fault is in the line and not the modem, because the odds of getting a faulty modem after ALL THIS NONSENSE seemed astronomical. Not impossible, but unlikely.

    In the meantime I have no idea what’s going on in the world or with my friends and I have read 29 books and am going to spend the next 4 days revising a book of my own and then a friend is coming to visit for five days and then school starts and if I don’t have internet by then, I will…

    …get a great deal of writing done. But I have to do that anyway, because I’m three solid months behind schedule at this point and even having net isn’t going to distract me because I can’t let it.

    But ye gods. It’ll be six weeks WITHOUT net and nearly two months since I started trying to GET A BROADBAND ACCOUNT IN MY NAME when it finally shows up. And that’s just *stupid*.

  • Daily Life

    internet is imminent.

    Well, ‘imminent’ is probably overly hopeful. I’ve finally been able to put an order in for broadband, anyway, and we should have internet by the 14th. Probably. Hopefully. Assuming all goes well. Which I dasn’t do, at this point. :) I am, at the moment, slaving my computer to the phone again, which only seems to work sometimes.

    Poor Indy has a terrible cold and nobody got much sleep last night. Earlier I tried spelling ’tissue’ and typed ‘tirrue’ and then ‘sittue,’ which cannot be blamed on being at my captain’s chair with its slightly-unfamiliar-anymore keyboard, since all the keys save one in that word are typed by the same hand. :)

    I just went to Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation and I could look at Rebecca Ferguson all day for the rest of my life. Wow. Also the movie was pleasantly entertaining.

    I’ve read 25 books in the 28 days we’ve been offline. I’m planning to wind up with a double-header treat of Kim Stanley Robinson and Guy Gavriel Kay, but I’m too tired to try either of them today.

    Two of the books I read were my own Old Races collections, which was pretty interesting. I have a blog post I wrote about that but I’m too tired to find it and post it right now.

    I read the latest ElfQuest: The Final Quest issue. I’m sorry, but I just think it’s bad. I need to drop it from my pull list.

    The sun room and the guest room are sorted out. Did I say that before? Maybe. Anyway, they are, so mostly the house is sorted now and I’m glad about that.

    I’m gonna go…stare vacantly at a wall, probably.

  • Actual Manor House

    Tuesday Without Internet

    I have temporarily slaved my computer to my phone in order to get online for a few minutes. It is not an ideal solution.


    Oh thank god, I said faintly, somehow the rtf file (opened with libreoffce) that previously would not show comments on a manuscript has suddenly decided it doesn’t mind doing so, which means I don’t have to install god-awful-horrible Word on this machine.

    Not that I have internet available to me by which to install it. There are a lot of things a person can’t do when she lacks internet. Ordering takeaway in a new town has been much on my mind in that regard, lately. No internet, no takeaway menus, guess I have to cook. Feh. Lots and lots of other things too. “Oh I’ll just look that up no I won’t” is a pretty common mental cycle right now.

    The windows in this house are old enough to have ripples, and consequently remind me of the house I first lived in, in North Kenai, which had a ripply window. The frames are similar, too, old white-painted wood, which helps the recollection; I don’t know that I’ve ever remembered, when looking through ripply windows before, that the Old Old House, as we came to call it, had one.

    This house also has dust old enough to collect a pension. I’ve only sort of slowly been coming to appreciate how thick it is in places (mostly highish places I don’t necessarily look at carefully) and I’ve been vacuuming veilances and light fixtures while trying not to die of sneezing. The dust is nearly more than our weenie little vacuum cleaner can handle. When I win the lottery I’m going to buy a Dyson.

    I opened the REDEEMER file. Then I kind of sank away from it in despair, but at least I opened it. Similarly with BEWITCHING BENEDICT, which really only needs a spell check so I can send it to the editor (it’s needed a spell check since the end of April or something, and…*pauses*…it appears the Random Problem it was having where it would either attempt to base its spelling expectations against an Irish dictionary or not at all has resolved itself, so I actually *can* spell check it now), and MAGIC & MANNERS, which is the above-mentioned RTF.

    *rubs eyes* I had a plan, man. It was even a plan more or less based in reality. It didn’t take into full account the fact that after working incredibly hard the first 3 months of the year I was profoundly unlikely to get anything done in April, but it *nominally* gave a nod to that. I didn’t expect to get *much* done in April, and then I was going to kick into gear again in May. Except the landlord died and trying to get rid of stuff pre-move and then actual moving happened and so the three things I planned to have done by the end of June are…not done…and I knew perfectly well that July & August, being summer holiday months, were going to pretty much be a wash. But I wasn’t supposed to have to get much done in July and August. Some revisions, but mostly it was supposed to be just needing to hand stuff off to different team members, stuff like that. (Which I’d be having a hell of a time with even if I was AT that stage, because no internet. @.@) And now I’m just like I not only have no traction but I have such a mountain of work looming over me it seems impossible to deal with. (PLUS the house still isn’t entirely dealt with. I still need shelves. #sigh)

    Anyway, at dinner on Monday Sarah told me to try not to be too hard on myself for the rest of the summer, as it’s not a realistic working window for me. And she’s right. I should try not to be. But what I wouldn’t give for a 3-5 day run on MAGIC & MANNERS so I could get the damned thing revised all in one go (revising is very, very difficult for me to do piecemeal).


    Aaagh. I wrote the above on like…Friday. And I did the spell check on BENEDICT. And I went to my folks’ house on Saturday, and…forgot to send BENEDICT to Matrice.

    Aaaagh. #headdesk I mean, obviously by the time you read this I’ll have presumably sent the damn thing to her, but…aaaagh.

    We have passed the 3 weeks without internet mark. It’s obviously not impossible to get along without it, but god *damn* it’s inconvenient, and I’m starting to feel very…lonely. That sounds stupid, but even my local friends I communicate with mostly online, and all the rest of my friends live on the internet. And ‘local’ has changed meaning now, because I know no one in the town I’m actually in, so local-as-in-Dublin is no longer all that applicable. Anyway, today (Monday, August 3, when I’m writing this) is a bank holiday, so nothing’s getting done in terms of being able to acquire net access, so it’s still another week out in the absolute best of scenarios. Which we are all too wise now to imagine will transpire, aren’t we?

    Several people have suggested getting a 3G dongle, which we’ve considered, but the mobile/3G reception at this house is SO BAD that it’s not worth it. Even using Twitter on my phone is nearly impossible. :p

  • Actual Manor House

    hiatus blog #3

    I’m typing at my Captain’s Chair for the first time in literally years. At the moment I’m using my laptop for my Main Computer, and it looks like the smaller-than-ideal screen isn’t going to be an issue, at least not for a while. I have dreams of getting, like, y’know, a 30″ all-in-one screen/computer thingy like a Mac whatever-they’re-called, although I’ve been using Windows for so long at this point that the idea of actually getting a Mac is pretty strange. Also very expensive, but I don’t even know if they make big all-in-one Windows machine/screens like that, so either way I’m sure it’s not on the list of things to do right away.

    We’re still without internet. :p Basically there’s a law or regulation in Ireland that says if there’s an open phone/internet (and perhaps other utilities, IDK) account at the house you’re in, they can’t just switch it over to your name. The account either has to be closed by the original holder or you have to send in a copy of your lease agreement to prove you’re now living at the house, which takes up to four weeks to process.

    So I called to open a new account at the beginning of July, when we moved in, and I was told the above. I didn’t have a signed copy of the lease yet, but I asked the letting agent for one and wrote down the address to which I was supposed to send it. Then Indy got chicken pox and by the time I got back to it, I had no idea what the address I’d written down was *for*, so I called the service provider more or less to find out, and was reminded of all of that. I contacted the letting agent again to see where a copy of the lease was and it turned out the landlord was on holiday and hadn’t been able to sign it yet, but the letting agent offered to (and did) send a letter verifying we were now at this address.

    I emailed that to the nice young man I’d spoken to on the phone at the service provider, who had invited me to email the lease agreement so he could forward it on in hopes of expediting the lease-verification process. I never heard back from him. After three days or so I called again and that time found out that the PHONE account was not held by the service provider to whom I was speaking, and that they thought the internet service here had been cancelled in August of 2013. Then they gave me the wrong number to find out who my service provider was, and after trying that several times I asked the letting agent if she could ask the landlords, who were 1. very (very, very) surprised to hear there was an active account of any kind at the house and 2. had differing opinions on who held the account.

    I called the first provider that Landlord A thought held the account, and was given a very similar but different number to call to find out who …

    …look, this is unbelieveably long and I could type it all out in exhaustive detail but I can’t imagine you’re that interested. I’m pretty sure you already get the idea. Wind it out, ad infinitum. The (it’s too late to be) short version is that there are/were still open accounts held by other people at this address and the latest thing I was told was that the broadband account (which was separate from the phone account, in the end) had been closed but I needed yet another magic number to verify something, at which point the letting agent said, and I quote, “What the !!! Leave it with me!” which was yesterday (Tuesday; I’m sure I won’t be posting this until Saturday when I have net access at my parents’).

    Before anybody asks: no, it wouldn’t help to call another provider. They’re all bound by the same rules and regulations. And whenever it’s finally verified that the account is closed and I can open a new one, it’ll apparently take 7 days to have a technician come out and perform an arcane ritual of transferance, which I assume must be part of the process, because we have both a modem and a line that will support the kind of access we want so I can imagine no other reason it would require an Actual Technician. And yes, when I get to the point of actually being able to order broadband, I *will* be asking why it is exactly that the arcane ritual is necessary when we already have etc etc etc.

    In the meantime we’ve read a lot of books.

    Um. Let’s see. Monday evening I got to go out to dinner with several writer friends, which was, as it always is, a lovely treat, even if I did shock them by being American. (We’d asked for a dessert menu. The waiter said of course and went away and never returned. A while later another one asked if we’d like to see a dessert menu. I said, “Yes. In fact, we asked for one some time ago,” and my friends’ eyes bugged and when the man went away (after verifying he was not the waiter of whom we’d previously requested the menu), they said, in shock, “Catie! We’re Irish! We don’t say things like that!” I said, “I’m AMERICAN! We DO!” :))

    In other news…I don’t really have a lot of other news. Apparently there are things going on in the world; I know nothing of them. And now I have to go do something about dinner, because I still haven’t learned to have one big Cooking Day a week or month so I don’t have to deal with it the rest of the time. I wish I would learn to do that.

    Okay, well. I’ve typed about a thousand words on this now and it’s obviously going to work, which means I really do need to start…working. I’m so far behind I could cry. Although at least Kat Richardson and I got Spite House, our Greywalker/Walker Papers crossover story, in to the editor, so that’s not hanging over our heads anymore.

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