Sunday, December 29, 2013

Home WiFi (Advanced)

When I came home from Melbourne, my second WiFi modem was not accessing the internet. Why should it? Perhaps a tad unreasonable of me to expect this. It's only a modem wired to Cisco Starhub modem. This is the one in the lounge-room which I need to get WiFi access elsewhere in the apartment and to allow the Apple TV access to my iMac (you might need to chase up my FB or delve into the deep past here on the blog for more on this). I had tried to use it as a range-extender but that failed so I just made it into a new wired node.

This would not have been an urgent problem had not SPG and BF be staying with me in Singapore prior to our Philippines NYE holiday. As they couldn't access the internet in their room or the lounge-room so they were a tad WWWedly frustrated. The WiFi signal (which was working BTW) from my Starhub-provided Cisco piece of cable network shit doesn't make it out of my bedroom, as you should know by now.

So I did the OFF/ON thing, as they had tried. Nothing. I attached the LAN cable directly to my iMac in order to access it to check the settings but I couldn't even find the modem! (Yes I used the correct IP address.) So I did a hard reset for the lounge-room modem.

And there was success, up to a point! I had found it via the LAN cable! Therefore I was able to get into Set-up and reset the password etc. Then it rebooted, promising to work. I replugged it into the Cisco Starhub modem, as well as my iMac, and turned it OFF/ON, just to give it a helping hand with the new connection...

You guessed it: Still no WiFi. #Openswindowsinorderto ... But I sighed, slowly, and closed the windows...

Next, thinking that others with such problems might have found a solution in some forum or other (as if such equally gadget-incompatible fuckers exist, what was I thinking?) I turned WiFi off on my iMac and decided to search, via ethernet connection, online for some possible answers -- and I noticed that I had no internet access! This should have been via the LAN cable attached to the CISCO modem! That should be working! WTF?

So I turned to Cisco modem OVER to look for its IP address in order to get into the Setup for it but of course it didn't show it, so and sat it back down again in frustration.

And then I saw that my ethernet access had returned! WTF again!

So I turned on WiFi and - spooky mystic weird - the lounge-room WiFi was working again too! Triple WTF!

Merely turning over the Cisco modem seemed to have solved the issues...

The network equivalent of kicking the tyres.


I am cursed. Truly, cursed.


(I have a witness to this.)

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Miley Cyrus and Domestic Vyrus (Deconstructing Mylie)

You don't have to go far in the deconstruction (Ha!) of "Wrecking Ball" to get to the core message of its message as stated quite overtly in "I am sorry I got angry when you forced sex on me."

Rape is OK.

Fair enough. In this case at least. She claims that she over-reacted and is really sorry. She started it, right? Maybe he thought, "Don't! Stop!" was actually "Don't stop!" and, later, in hospital, she didn't understand. Hey, it happens sometimes. We all get a bit miffed at something relatively minor and we let fly with a sarcastic comment that can hurt someone's feeling. It seems that this 'surprise sex' episode just tipped over the scales and she did things she didn't mean to do, viz: come in like a WB and start a war.

I mean, it's not as if rape is a serious offence, universally condemned as a rule (at least in the West), a power play of sex and violence, punishable with a range of severe penalties according to where you are in the world. Well... yes it is.

Um, most of us would consider rape to be one of the worst things that a person could inflict upon another, but not Miley. She sees it differently, at least in this case. All this guy ever did was rape her. That's all.

But does she mean "all you ever did" in the sense of "that's what you did that one time and it wasn't that bad, really. Hey I probably deserved for not getting dressed in the morning and wearing my underwear around the house all day like a lazy slut."

Or was it in the same sense as, "all you ever do sit around playing on that stupid PS3 and you never lift a hand with the domestic chores!"? That would mean that, for the bf/hubby, rape was (like it was for Arnie the killing machine in The Terminator) "all he does." One can legitimately wonder therefore, is ray-ay-ya-yape an habitual state of affairs in the Miley Cyrus household? Domestic violence a Cyrus family virus?


I haven't put the uncut video up here as, a) you've all seen it, and b) I don't want to encourage young kids to sit un-hygenically* naked on wrecking balls, and to risk getting some oral or gastro-intestinal bug from the licking of sledge-hammers. ("She really likes that hammer!" commented Ellen Degeneres, which I thought was funny, and who also criticised her for not wearing appropriate safety gear as the eponymous wrecking ball smashed through the wall behind our typically under-dressed pop star.)


Another interpretation could be that this is not a disgusting display of misogyny, exploitation, and perverted moral values with a great thumping, sing-along chorus. It is, rather a wry social comment on a contentious international political situation: the alleged rapist under the spotlight could be Julian Assange, and Mylie might represent one (or both) of the Swedish girls who have accused him of failing to wear a condom in a safety zone (hence the construction site metaphor).

Don't you walk away! Come back Julian, all is forgiven!


* chlamydia in koala bears, a real issue. One theory was that it is sprea d by the doped-up females sleeping splay-legged in the forks of tree where another (also stoned on eucalyptus leaves) koala bear has kipped.

Free Podcast

Related Posts with Thumbnails