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azurelunatic) wrote2001-05-02 10:27 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-05-02 10:27 pm
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ARGH!
So I'm having an online collision with one of the very special people in my life for the first time in about a month, and what happens? The ants attack. My nephew screeches, and I have to go smash them with hammers.
When I've got him settled nicely in bed, I get back online...only to be bumped off. Repeatedly. And then ICQ won't work properly. We've finally got ourselves settled down on AIM when-- my roommate gets back. My sister. My dear, dear, beloved sister.
I *lock* the door.
We settle down, and I shoo away the other people trying to IM me....
and she knocks on the door. I answer it, somewhat disheveled and breathless. She wants to get online, but, she says, taking in my state, that she can wait a little while.
I go back -- to find that my ISP has taken me offline anyway. So it's her turn, while I get dinner.
When she goes offline, it takes me at least two tries to dial up successfully, and by that time my dear has moved attention on to something else; it is 15 minutes before he returns my somewhat aggravated messages.
As we are settling in to a cozy chat, I am dumped offline. Again.
When I get back on, all my friends from my other instant messenger programs have arrived, including another one I haven't seen in months. So I have to talk to him. Briefly. Briefly. I bid farewell to all my friends from the other programs and set each of them to some variant of Busy! Don't bother me! Busy! and begin the chat.
If I get bumped offline *one* *more* *time*.....!
When I've got him settled nicely in bed, I get back online...only to be bumped off. Repeatedly. And then ICQ won't work properly. We've finally got ourselves settled down on AIM when-- my roommate gets back. My sister. My dear, dear, beloved sister.
I *lock* the door.
We settle down, and I shoo away the other people trying to IM me....
and she knocks on the door. I answer it, somewhat disheveled and breathless. She wants to get online, but, she says, taking in my state, that she can wait a little while.
I go back -- to find that my ISP has taken me offline anyway. So it's her turn, while I get dinner.
When she goes offline, it takes me at least two tries to dial up successfully, and by that time my dear has moved attention on to something else; it is 15 minutes before he returns my somewhat aggravated messages.
As we are settling in to a cozy chat, I am dumped offline. Again.
When I get back on, all my friends from my other instant messenger programs have arrived, including another one I haven't seen in months. So I have to talk to him. Briefly. Briefly. I bid farewell to all my friends from the other programs and set each of them to some variant of Busy! Don't bother me! Busy! and begin the chat.
If I get bumped offline *one* *more* *time*.....!