Internet Woes

I live in a dialup world. No don’t laugh. I’d upgrade if I could. Believe me.

My world revolves around the internet. I research on it. I email on it. I blog here.

You have no idea how many times I see the words ‘Not Found’ or Timed Out’ appear on my screen. And that’s after umpteen games of solitaire as I wait for a search I need to complete some aspect of my writing.

I grind my teeth and start again, switching to a nice settling game of mahjong solitaire. Or even minesweeper. I’m getting pretty good at those games. Had lots of practice.

But I’m tired of this semi-connection. Getting tired more every day. See, last week my connection got hamstrung. I have no idea if it was something I did, my provider did, or some fluctuation of the sunspots. Maybe all of the above?

Anyway, it felt like I suddenly had a net nanny between me and the world. I’d get access to some sites, though it took a long time to load, or I’d get nothing. No rhyme or reason for the process. Just ‘Not Found’, Timed Out’, or back to Google Search. I even had Google Search come up ‘Not Found’. Can you imagine.

I phoned around, again. Nobody wants to put a tower up here. Not enough of a population to bother. I did email the only provider who is close enough to maybe have a signal. I get this friendly email back telling me they don’t service this area. We’re close, maybe one hill too far. But not anywhere they care about servicing.

Back to square one. I struggle to find towers. Something that will lift us high enough to find a signal. Any signal.

Did you know towers aren’t easily findable? Even short ones have to be checked by the county you live in. There’s bylaws.

Fine, I can live with that. But I need someone from a provider to come out and tell me how high I need to go to hook into their signal. Then I need a permit, and I have to follow all the rules about flashing lights in case a low flying plane gets near my airspace – and they do for crop dusting – a tower to whatever specs I’ve been given. And then maybe, just maybe someone will sell me signal.

My landline provider, who sells me dialup at a ridiculous price – almost as much as unlimited 4G highspeed with another provider just two hills over – tells me I can sign up for their 4G cell service for my internet needs. Have you seen those prices?  Not only that, I can’t get cell service in my house. I’m in what’s called a ‘null zone’. Not that their office people will admit any such places exist. But their line guys, you know, the ones out on the road fixing service? Well they know all about no cell zones. Head office just won’t admit there are people living in those areas.

So, please wish me luck. I’m going to beg and plead with this two-hills-over service provider to send someone out and check to see just how high I need to build my tower. I expect to be bogged down in county red tape for a few months if I can get the specs.

But maybe by spring I’ll have ‘real’ internet. Hopefully.

Maybe I should write a letter to Santa, telling him I’m a good girl and only want high speed?

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A Place for Creation

Did you see the new island on Earth?

Can you imagine, in your deepest nightmares, ‘cause that’s where I think anything that can create this, just what kind of paranormal creature would have the ability to create new land?

I  write about paranormal creatures. I’m reading about all the different ones humans have imagined, in every culture, at different ages, throughout history. Some of them are pretty strange. I wonder just what kind of incident might have propelled humans to come up with that story.

But I’ve never read about one that can lift a mound out of the sea.

Guess I’m going to have to develop this one all by myself. Maybe a half-breed, a brief love affair between two distinct species, and a love child who doesn’t fit in anywhere. Maybe this is the result of a temper tantrum? Or some sort of sandbox building?

Should be lots of fun.

Evermore Keep

Hi Everyone

I thought I might add a little story about the history of Evermore Keep. The place where Leticia grew up. Deep in the Canadian Rockies.

In the time of ruler kings and queens, wizards hired by the kingdom held responsibilities for unusual defense, ruler health, scrying enemy movements, and overall magical sway over the country.

Magi Silvius, a wizard of great renown throughout Europe, became personal physician to the rulers of England during the French / English battles. He knew the battles throughout the land hinged more on the paranormal elite seeking to extend their realms, enslave the humans, and decimate every race but their own.

Silvius believed strongly that all paranormal could get along. Especially when looking at the rising tide of human peasants who had started to defend themselves against the paranormal overlords. Their sheer numbers would eventually overrun the land making life for the warring paranormals chancy at best, wiped out at worst.

During that time, one of the royal inbred scions  developed a rather upsetting personality trait. Not that human body exploration was forbidden, but this royal personage didn’t bother having his servants rob graves. He preferred living victims.

Before the rudimentary police could capture this person, embarrassing the crown, Silvius offered to bring that person with him on a voyage across the sea tot he New World, in exchange for a land grant for his people.

The crown granted this request, granting the land in perpetuity, as long as the crown was never again bothered by this scion, nor rumors of any indiscretions he might again commit.

Silvius, together with a band of paranormals who agreed to a truce amongst themselves, boarded the ship and set sail in early spring for the northern part of the New World.

The sea voyage took its toil, with many of the paranormals dying before landfall. In mid summer they landed in what is now Hudsons Bay. The hard trek across the northern Prairies took the rest of the summer.

The royal scion escaped many times during the trek. Native tales still tell of the death and destruction that followed the wendigo’s trail across their land.

Without stored  food or shelter, just before first snow fall Silvius’ band located their mountain valley…

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