jamesq | 'Tard, Thy Name is James

I've spent the last few days trying to get my wireless network going. This included my first ever phone call to Apple tech support. After farting around with them for 1/2 an hour the tech says "must be a hardware problem - take the base station back to the dealer". I do this and the dealer sets it up in the store and suddenly every Mac in the joint can see it. Whatever the problem is, it's not the base station.

So I'm bitching about this to

garething and Jason, who proceed to ride my ass until I look at the problem more. It's a good thing too.

We quickly discover that the base station can only be seen by my iLamp when it is literally inches away from it. Even then the signal is piss poor. After much playing around with the equipment we finally decide to see if the computer's wireless network card is seated properly. I open up my iLamp and find that the antenna is not connected all the way. This means that my computer was having the exact same troubles as my cell phone - it had a microscopic antenna that didn't satisfy anyone. God I feel so inadequate.

I fixed the antenna, turned the machine back on and suddenly I have wireless internet. I asked Gareth to close the door (his daughter was in the next room) and proceeded to fill the room with profanities.

At least it's working now.