I mean, it's already dead, but it's deader. Like, seriously. It's been the cause of the half of the network woes that the old skank-modem was not the cause of.
This has been driving me to near tears for the past week. And it's the bloody switch. The bloody, stupid, useless, smegging switch.
I am going to hit it so hard that it's going to take God Almighty and all the king's horses and all the king's men, and they still won't be able to put that switch back together again, that's how dead it is. It is more dead than a roadkilled skunk on a bad, hot, scorching day. It is more dead than Dr. King (Junior). It is more dead than the brain of G. W. Bush, and that's saying something. It might be on par with the deadness level of John's father-in-law, only on a more immediate timeframe. Only I think I'm going to use a hammer, instead. Not the bonky flashlight, because I am probably going to be hitting it hard enough to bust lightbulbs, and the bonky flashlight doesn't deserve that kind of punishment. (Hmm, maybe if I used John's father-in-law to hit it...?)
Allow me to back up for a second and give you a brief layout of the network, past and present.
For the entertainment of all, I have done these up in graphical format, to celebrate the happiness of the network and the harmonious swapping of packets.
Here, Sorcha and Acknar have poor connectivity to the 'net, and Tigereye has poor connectivity to Sorcha and Acknar.
Tigereye and Acknar have shitty connectivity to the 'net.
Happy! Happy! Spiffin'! Sweet! Harmonious! Felicitous! Joy!
So, you see, it was the switch at the centre of all the troubles.
Now, I shall go move myself some bookshelfage to get at the plug and plug the new one in all right and tight, and then I shall go with the camera and get me a "before" picture.
I don't know if there will be enough left for an "after" picture.