This is my living room. Sorry for the bad quality, but I took it on my phone because my camera is in my dorm, and even if it wasn't, I'd be too lazy to get up and get it anyway.

Anyway, the significance of this particular picture is that I am on the internet in my living room. Yes, I know, this isn't some spectacular miracle- lots of people have wireless internet. Until today, however, I did not. My dad and I drove to an electronics store about 45 minutes away, in the fog and the rain, mostly because he's cheap, and they had a sale, but also because I had absolutely nothing else to do (gotta love Christmas break). When I got home, I had to set it up.

This was the process:

1. Start setup wizard
2. Restart setup wizard after having to turn off all firewalls
3. Climb under the desk to plug everything in
4. Search the entire room for the login information to our DSL, which my father wrote down on a random note card, and then promptly misplaced.
5. Finish setup
6. Realize it won't connect
7. Call Netgear Customer Service
8. Attempt to understand the Indian guy, who was spectacularly unhelpful
9. Call the AT&T people to get them to switch our DSL modem to a different mode of some kind
10. Setup again
11. Scream because it didn't work
12. Call Netgear again. Unhelpful, again
13. Call the father of a friend who knows computers
14. Have him fix the problem in under five minutes
15. Jump with joy!

So, after here roughly two and a half hours, here I am. In my living room.

Amazing.