Flying Monkeys from Wireless Network Hell
Flying monkeys from the dark side of wireless network hell plagued me all afternoon. Climbing under desks, plugging the same Ethernet and power cables, in and out, over and over. Configuring DHCP. Reconfiguring DHCP. Messing with the IP range(s). Reverting to factory defaults. Rinse and repeat. 802.11b. WEP. WPA Personal. Thirteen digits exactly. Typing the same 22-digit stream of hexadecimal numbers over and over until I, horribly, memorized it. Nuff said. And I’ve only said a quarter of it.
But the pain has subsided, and everything is now secured, connected, and running. The iMac 333, the G4 laptop, the desktop G5, and the Intel laptop are all now talking amongst each other. Lizardoid HQ is humming.