My motel’s wifi is currently horrendous. It took me almost ten frustrating minutes just to approve Tazio’s comment on the previous post.
Supposedly two routers are being replaced. Until matters improve, my web presence is essentially null. Can’t post, can’t surf, can’t explore my new locale except by–gasp!–leaving my room and physically exploring the locale.
Never!
Fortunately my Kindle has recently absorbed a HUGE collection of G.K. Chesterton’s works. It can tide me over until this motel fixes the problem, or I find a new temporary home.
You just need a time machine to 1995, You’d be able to rock Geocities with that “high-speed” bandwidth they are providing.
Hammer. The solution is hammer. Usually.
When it’s not, then the solution is fire. Fire always works.
Failing that a bit of gentle persuasion, involving the floor manager, the router in question and some persuading the router to fit in a round hole, will work wonders to the poor internet connectivity.
At least the next floor manager will do so.
Can’t go wrong with G.K.C.