All this talk of silly games about hiding somewhere in the blogoshpere may be unnecessary. I keep getting disconnected from the internet anyway, so I can't even find myself. Three times I have been disconnected this morning.
I have gone through all sorts of procedures to try and sort this problem out - some of which I have told you about. I contacted my server (via a very helpful Asian man) and he blamed my router. Now I thought I had already set the passwords etc. on it, but when it came up n the screen, half of it had reverted to factory settings. I don't remember resetting it.
Many people don't bother to change the factory password on their routers (Password: Password) and lay themselves open to access by anyone, anywhere in the world. It was a hair-raising experience to see someone using my router from an unknown country once, having looked up a long list of unprotected routers, world-wide. (I have just been disconnected again, so you may not ever read this).
The Asian man ran me through the correct settings on my router, and when he got to the password, he told me exactly what it should be, even spelling it out. Even when I type my password in, it shows up as a series of black dots, so how the hell did he know what it should be? This worried me so much that I decided to change it again, but when I went back to it - you have to type in the old password to reset the new one - it kept telling me that the old password was wrong. This is worrying stuff.
My only redress will be to completely wipe the router and start again - including ALL of the numbers and information required to make a connection between the server and my machine via a third-party, BT land line. That's a lot of stuff to reconfigure, but now I know that there is at least one other person who knows my password, it may have to be done. It may have been changed already, but to a new word which has exactly the same amount of black dots. (I've just been reconnected an disconnected again).
I am a paranoid person by nature, coupled with a medieval attitude to life which is prepared to accept anything as the truth. This is a bad combination.
I had some wonderful dreams last night, sparked-off by the remembrance of a workshop I spent many years in before it was demolished to make way for some private, modern (and hideously ugly) apartments.
I had woken up in the dark and began to think about this workshop for some reason, and realised that I remembered every single detail of the shabby place as if it still existed.
It was basically a wooden pre-fab with second-hand windows bolted on. The door creaked and slammed in a certain way, and I can remember the exact sound of it, having gone in and out of it for so long, so in my dream I was back in there again as if I had never left. I could analyse the various components of just that one sound, and the components were made up of many things, including the metallic jingle of a loose padlock against a steel hasp.
As far as I am concerned, this makes the silly philosophical argument - about whether or not a tree falling over in a forest without witnesses makes any noise - even sillier. It is not just down to the various receivers we have - either ears or microphones. These things all exist somewhere else, independently. That's all I know.