
My internet went down.
Funny, I expected creepy music, or more drama as I wrote that. Picture little japanese people running through the streets with giant rubber dinosaur feet in pursuit. Cows and picket fences flying through the air as a pickup swerves madly on the road. Cary Grant face down in the cornfield as a small plane streaks overhead, bullets pinging off the hardpack. A small child, crying on the curb as the masses rush about in terror.
It was a big deal for me. The internet is my only connection with the outside world. Well, for half the day. I work in a day job where technology could have stopped around 1750 and I would still be able to continue. Give me candles, kids, and a clavichord and I’d be fine. At night, I become an Internet Superstar. (cue fanfare here)
A minor star, perhaps. I was sitting and interviewing Michael Aaron Rockland, author of “The Goerge Washington Bridge” via Skype when he just… disappeared. I freaked. I checked the connection on my headphones. I wheeled across the room (desk chair, small room) and flipped on the speakers to confirm he was not speaking. Nothing.
I quit Skype and restarted. Tried to connect. Nothing. RATS! Error 1004. What the heck is that? I’ll look it up on Google. Where is Google? Yahoo? ASK.com? OH NO! I’m cut off!
I immediately began running around the room (as I said, it’s a small place, so it was many laps over a very short period of time) looking for two things. First, my cell phone to call Mr. Rockland and stall for time. Second, anything I would need to take with me. Suddenly I was one of those people in a California widfire, rushing about the house trying to grab the family photos, the pets, and anything else that I could carry to the local FEMA relief shelter. Except for me, it was grabbing all the electronics and cables I would need to go and live at the local Panera Bread until I figured out what was wrong.
Then, suddenly, I was struck with a thought. It could, as these things have been in the past, only temporary. If that was so, perhaps I could… do something else. I called my author and rescheduled for the next day. I found my wallet (obscured during my mad dashing about but revealed when I moved my “emergency kit”… er, laptop bag) and went shopping. A low-tech, pedestrian activity. First, off to the Target (pronounced ‘Tar-zhay’) for the simplest of low-tech activities- buying skivvies. Then to the grocery store to pick up my weekly salad makings. All the while, I don’t relax, though. I’m concerned that I won’t be able to complete my Skype interview. I can’t update my podcasts. I can’t finish my blog post. I can’t check my email. I won’t be able to watch my shows on Hulu. My cell phone battery is dying, and I can’t find the charger. Without Skype, email, or cell phone, I might have to spend a night… dare I say… reading a book! Is it like riding a bicycle? Will I forget how to do it? If I stumble, will I have the courage to continue.
I drove with gullet rising in my throat back to Studio B, hoping that it was a mistake. Maybe I simply forgot to reactivate the wireless, or I hit a shortcut disabling it. Maybe I had to reinstall Skype. ANYTHING! It MUST be something simple…..
I never found out what caused the outage, but it’s over now. The crisis is past, and I can communicate with the outside world. As terrifying as they are, times like these are important. They separate the men from the boys, the weak from the strong. They show us how much inner strength we truly possess. They tell us, in essence, what we’re made of.
Apparently, I’m made of marshmallow.