Remember how I gloried about our vastly improved internet service?
Well . . .
I might have been a bit premature.Because the good ol’ net is up to its old tricks again.
I’m going to try a few things this weekend – looking at router settings, testing to see if we have a wifi weak spot in the study, etc. The latter is where my money is – although the craft room is right next to the study and NEVER seems to have any wifi problems. Then again, the study is nested underneath furnace ducts whereas the craft room has a straighter shot to the router upstairs.
So maybe a wifi extender. Or we just nuke it from orbit to be sure.
The nuclear option might also include having Cable One pay us a visit, now that the house has been “re-wired.”
In any case, if Freddy deCordova were here, he’d disavow himself of the whole situation too.
Over the weekend, filled out our federal taxes. After three
rejections and fixes (mostly for minor issues) I got the taxes submitted, with
a refund on the way.
I know – celebrating I’m getting a little bit of my money
back, even though less than we’d hoped, as one of our kids has aged out of the
dependent tax deduction even though he’s still living with us and costing us
plenty.
Also got us within one step of having same said child’s
application to Brigham Young University-Idaho completed (more on that later).
Also, revised a FAFSA form, already submitted, now that
FAFSA and the IRS’ websites agreed to talk to each other, though our home
internet service, which still wants to randomly crap out on my computer* tried
to throw another snake into the works.
Also started same child on a scholarship application which,
if all goes well, could be submitted this evening if all the paperwork has come
in. Mercifully, this one has had a lot less paperwork than anything else we’ve
done in recent memory.
Then today, got the state taxes ready to go – another
refund, much smaller this time around – and got the BYU-I application sorted
out. I don’t know if my call got them to ferret the last of the dual enrollment
transcripts out of the file pile or if it had just coincidentally arrived this
morning, but the button is now READY TO BE PUSHED. That should happen once said
child is out of school, or I get home.
There are other applications to sort out, of course. Not
looking forward to them. Because paperwork, it’ll kill ya. Tuttle knows.
And this is outside the regular paper-pushing I do at my
full-time job. And at my part-time job, ho help me.
*The home internet, while working wildly better than it has
in the past, is still a bit hinky. But less so.
So last summer, while the family was at camp, our Internet
crapped out. I couldn’t connect at all and it was getting frustrating not only
trying to update this fabulous blog but also get into the class I was teaching.
You know, the paying gig.
Riveting stuff, I know. But it gets better.
Cable One sent out a technician and he poked around for a
while at their outside box (a long while, but more on that later) and then
poked around inside for a while. He asked if we had any other cable connections
in the house. I showed him, and he was not impressed.
He did manage to get us connected again, but in talking with
their tech support afterward (they called to follow-up on the visit) the guy
said something classic:
“Looks like you might have something wrong with your wires.”
He meant the wires in our home, and suggested we contact an
electrician to have at least one new connection put in so we’d have a better
overall internet experience.
I chalked it up to the typical “We don’t know what’s wrong,
so let’s blame the wires” talk and did nothing about it apart from look at the
costs of CAT-6 cable at Home Depot.
So you know where this is going.
This weekend, in a fit of frustration trying to connect with
the FAFSA website (don’t get me started) I decided I’d had enough. I grabbed
the new cable we had just purchased that weekend and marched outside to the
famed box on the side of the house. I remembered clearly the guy on the phone
saying “When you get your house re-wired, call us and we’ll come out and get
you hooked up.” So I was hopeful but not optimistic when I opened the box – to
find one simple screw-in connection and a ground wire. I think I might be able
to stave off a service call, I thought. I connected the wire to the box. Then
strung it through the garage, through the back door of the house and to our
wireless router.*
After a few sparks and a quick whiff of ozone, GLORY BE we
had an internet connection that stretched for miles. Relatively. But you get
the idea. We could have MULTIPLE devices connected at the SAME TIME.
I’m still wrassling with FAFSA (again, don’t get me started)
but everything else has been wonderful. We were able to watch the Super Bowl
this weekend, streaming it, with only a few temporary glitches.
So the question from my wife came up: Why did you wait until
now to fix this, when you knew what the fix was this summer?
Answer: I’m a man. But I can change. If I have to. I guess.
This isn’t to say our connection is perfect – we still see a
slowdown in the evening when lots of people are using the net – but it’s
nothing like the slowdown we’d seen for months.
We’re drinking from the fire hose, folks, and it feels
great. Should have found that marble in the oatmeal a long time ago.
*Naturally, once I saw the improved connection I installed
the new cable properly, even digging through the insulation in the wall to get
the cable to come out the proper box in the kitchen. While my wife is a patient
woman and put up with lousy internet access for months, she would NOT put up
with a cable snaking in through the back door for more than the necessary time
to test the new connection.
We might, after two weeks of frustration, have a fully functional battle station internet connection.
Teresa Aiekle, a local plant representative for Century Link, spent a good portion of her afternoon tinkering with things outside our house Wednesday afternoon and fixed a few things that might have been making our connection go crazy.
Here’s what my wife reports:
We have a new “port” on our house, which I suspect is smaller than a wamp rat has something to do with connecting the phone line to the house.
We have a new, fancy DSL filter on the line connecting the modem to the world, so that’s fun.
Teresa also disconnected a random phone line that went from the junction box in the back of the house to who knows where on our property, which is where some of the DSL signal might have been going but maybe it was a neighbor’s phone line or something or a poorly-conceived attempt by someone in
the neighborhood to steal cable.
All I know is as of now the crackle that was in our phone line is gone, and, hopefully, the Internet will be fully functional tonight. I plan to conduct some stress testing by finally logging in to my Origin account to play more than ten minutes’ worth of Sim City before the connection drops, which is what has been happening over the past few weeks.
Unless, of course, this happens. I am dealing with EA, after all.
UPDATE: It appears if I hard-wire a connection, the internet stabilizes. Wi-Fi connection is still bad. Can't be our Wi-Fi cards, because they all worked fine up until a few weeks ago. To have three fail almost simultaneously and in the same way seems too much of a coincidence.
After I posted a rather impatient post on Speed Connect's Facebook page about the poor quality of our Internet service as of late, we got some action.
First of all, we got a call from their local representative a little nonplussed about the Facebook posting -- evidently, she'd gotten a call about it and was told to act on it immediately. She said she'd send a tech out, but at tht time the Internet was working adequately. Later on in the day, howwever, it wasn't so my wife called her back. That got us a week's refund and a promise that a technician would come out Monday to see what was going on.
The tech did arrive Monday and discovered that our antenna, in seeking a strong signal from Speed Connect, was connecting to a tower much further away than the closest one to us, thus giving us a weaker signal. He talked ot hte antenna and now has it connecting to the proper tower. I suspect all of this was due to the company's work on "upgrading" things locally, leaving the closwer tower out of commission long enough for our antenna to lock onto the more distant one.
Jake -- BridgeMaxx' sole technician -- fixed us up right, so kudos to Speed Connect on getting things fixed quickly. Jake tells us the company is investing a lot more in the sytem's backbone, meaning outages and poor signals should be a thing of the past. Hoping all that work doesn't translate into higher costs for us. We've been promised that our current contract will be grandfathered in, but all bets are off for when that contract is up and, well, business happens.
Still, five of five stars for Speed Connect getting things working again, lest ye think I only post about them to complain.
I got this e-mail from my friend Alan in Utah late last night:
OH IDAHO INTERNET GOD!
WE PRAY THEE TO
WATCH OVER OUR UPLOADS
AND TO HELP US
WATCH VIDEO AT THE
VERY LEAST IN SLOW MOTION
PLEASE BE KIND TO US
IN THIS OUR HOUR OF NEED
He says this only half in jest, as there have been many times when our good ol' "Idaho Internet" has made Skype calls and photo transfers and even simple e-mails a rather difficult thing to accomplish. That has been so thusfar this weekend, with the Internet basically pooping out on us last night and the night this morning and even part of my knee.*
So last night I did the stupid, standard things I have to do to try to ensure the problem isn't on our end. That involves the industry standard of unplugging everything, waiting a few minutes, then plugging everything back in again. Didn't work. So then I ran virus scanners on both computers, found problems on both, cleaned them up, then tried again. No luck, except for now, obviously. I think, given that the service pooped out at night and at about the same time each night, that they're doing some kind of work on the network locally. Or all those schlubs at BYU-Idaho are streaming their Netflix and hogging all the bandwidth.
But now everything is working again. Not sure if they network fixing is done, if the students have stopped the streaming, or if the prayer to the Idaho Internet gods worked. I'm putting my money on the prayer, actually.
*"As the Stomach Turns," episode I'm not sure. You have to watch BOTH PARTS.
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