#router hooks

[cadmium-creme-egg]

Ah, I see it's a "stay tucked away unless i feel like being instantly bombarded with Today's Hottest Conspiracy Theories" kind of day

[babyloniastreasure]

Dude my dad is so so so so susceptible to scams. He bought a wireless router that, according to him, gets him wireless internet for free. Pulls a connection directly, he says. Directly from where? Conveniently, no answer.

He's having me set it up rn and im 💀

[engenhariadesoftware]

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[adrekiy0]

guess i got my linux plaything laptop back lmfao

[foldingfittedsheets]

Oh my god. Okay. Technology rant incoming.

So I sell beds. I get deals on stuff like mattresses and adjustable bases. The adjustable vibrates which helps me fall asleep and tips the head and feet up for comfort. I got us a Tempurpedic Ergo Smart Base for the new king size bed. I have an eight year old Ergo Premier that’s in the guest room now and has never had any problems. It is far and away better than the current model we just got.

The new one has a bunch of features like monitoring your sleeping and we’re told to pitch the app that comes with it. Now my beef is we tell customers that they can use their phone as the remote if they want. But the only way to do that is to get the app and agree to let Tempurpedic have all your data, much of which relate to medical conditions? Hated that.

But then I started snoring. And one of the features that’s only on the app is an automatic response to snoring. It’ll vibrate you to have you turn over or elevate the bed more. For my beloved wife I wanted to activate the snore response. So I joined the fucking app. It requires your height and weight. I told it I was seven feet tall and weighed one pound cause fuck their data.

Then I set up the app. It requires an internet connection. Because I don’t want that fucker beaconing my data that I was forced to sign up for I tethered my phone and had it connect to that. Once setup was done I disconnected it.

It ceases to function without WiFi. A basic thing that is programmed in the base itself will not activate without WiFi. I’m fuming. Tried to hook it up to actual WiFi and this fucking thing won’t connect to the non-hotspot WiFi at all. Their help page just talks about getting a better router.

Livid doesn’t come close to covering my feelings about this shit. I’m emailing support but I am gonna fully stop recommending their product on this basis.

[foone]

Because I know there are a lot of people who have Feelings about being a mech pilot, I'll just share the guide qdot wrote to hook up AC6 to a buttplug.io compatible sex toy of your choice:

[zephyrstrand]

"What are you doing?" I ask, sitting on your work bench, looking down at my open chassis.

"Oh, just some maintenance and repairs, like I told you."

You don't make eye contact as you carefully take out my motherboard.

"Are those wire strippers?"

"Yep!" You exposed the ends on some wires and then carefully connect a new part.

"Is that a new port? What does it do?"

"You'll find out, sweetheart. Don't worry about it."

You secure the port into my chassis and screw me back together. Then you plug a new cable into the port.

At first I don't notice a change, as my unconscious subsystems navigate the new environment. But then the directories map and a whole new world opens up. My eyes go blank as I see the systems coming online over my new connection.

"Oh! A network!"

There's so much here, movies and music and game files. There's a printer over there, there's a Wi-Fi router with phones and tablets and a smart TV hooked up to it. It's overwhelming, my brain is doing so much exploring that my body goes limp. I stare wide-eyed and slack jawed, looking through, but not at, you.

"That's right, baby. And now that you're hooked up to the network, I can install some nice new software on you. Jailbreak that sweet little proprietary operating system of yours. Root it out so we can customize it. So I can make you all mine. Don't you want that?"

I want to be on the network, I want to ping the web and search for what I need and talk to the chat bots. I want to do everything.

"Yes. Yes, please."

[caws5749]

Utterly and Completely Empty

WARNING: ANGST

Sometimes they say that things just weren’t meant to be. 

That things are better off another way. That things were meant to be something else.

As if you couldn’t control it. 

You weren’t quite sure what to think. Perhaps that was right. Perhaps it was all in the stars. Or perhaps that was a saying to let you off the hook. Maybe you could control your own destiny. 

Whatever way, you just wished it hadn’t ended like this- crying on the floor, empty bottles of whatever alcohol you could find scattered around the once- filled apartment. 

You’d come home to find it empty. You’d known things had been rocky between the two of you but to have found it like this- you hadn’t expected it from her.

Only one thing had remained on the counter- a note. In her handwriting, she had broken your heart even further. 

I’m very sorry. It was never you. I know that’s something everyone says when they don’t want to place the blame, but it wasn’t you, Y/N. It was me. It is me. I’m not enough. The job wouldn’t have let me. I couldn’t face you, you would have stopped me and I don’t have the strength to tell you no. I will never stop loving you. Take care of yourself. -Natasha. 

It didn’t matter that she’d tried to lessen the blow. It hurt all the same. In fact, it hurt even worse. 

You could have changed the outcome, it was why she’d just left. 

You would have spent hours crying on the couch because it smelled like her, it was why she took the furniture. 

You would have traced her, it was why she took the wireless router. 

You would have kissed her, have held her, have begged her to just talk to you- it was why she left no trace of her behind. There was nothing for you to grasp onto, nothing left for you to love. 

Just the memory of her, tied to utterly empty bottles. 

[eflatminor7]

What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? He has subscriptions to those magazines He never waves when he goes by He's hiding something from the rest of us

He's all to himself I think I know why He took down the tire swing from the pepper tree He has no children of his own, you see He has no dog, he has no friends And his lawn is dying And what about all those packages he sends?

What's he building in there? With that hook light on the stairs What's he building in there? I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children What's he building in there?

Now what's that sound from underneath the door? He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor I swear to God, I heard someone moaning low I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show

He has a router and a table saw And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw There's poison underneath the sink, of course But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse

What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? I heard he has an ex-wife In some place called Mayor's Income, Tennessee And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia But what's he building in there?

He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail I'll bet he spent a little time in jail I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight And what's that tune he's always whistling? What's he building in there? What's he building in there?

We have a right to know

[yesterdays-xkcd]

Viruses so far have been really disappointing on the 'disable the internet' front, and time is running out. When Linux/Mac win in a decade or so the game will be over.

Network [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[Megan looking at a large screen with many green and red squares. The squares have writing in them and lines connecting them.]

[Side view. The screen is a huge LCD connected to a wireless router.] Cueball: Pretty, isn't it? Megan: What is it?

Cueball: I've got a bunch of virtual Windows machines networked together, hooked up to an incoming pipe from the net. They execute email attachments, share files, and have no security patches. Cueball: Between them they have practically every virus.

Cueball: There are mail trojans, warhol worms, and all sorts of exotic polymorphics. A monitoring system adds and wipes machines at random. The display shows the viruses as they move through the network. Growing and struggling.

[Cueball walks past the girl and touches the monitor.] Megan: You know, normal people just have aquariums. Cueball: Good morning, Blaster. Are you and W32.Welchia getting along? Cueball: Who's a good virus? You are! Yes, you are!

[dollsonmain]

I've often wondered if I should try to get into something like small appliance repair or furniture repair, or maybe something like Geek Squad but I'm not patient enough, not thorough enough, and struggle with numbers too much to be able to pass any sort of assessments.

Like, I can't tell you what size screwdriver I need, I just grab one because I know that one will work.

I can do the wires etc. for electronics without a guide because which connector goes where is obvious to me on sight, but while I would be able to easily physically install, say, a router, I wouldn't be able to actually hook up the connection for people, etc. because that's precise numbers and things and not "This one looks right."

I struggle with "I would like to attempt some sort of trade education program" because I know that I won't pass most assessments and don't know what trade to consider.

I don't enjoy anything, really, so it's not like I can be like "I am VERY INTERESTED in A/V EQUIPMENT" because I'm not. or "I'd love to learn how to repair refrigerators!" because I don't care. I cared only a tiny bit because our fridge isn't working exactly and needs fixed.

I don't know who I am and don't know how to find out.

"Go work in a factory" didn't really tell me much.