About 15 years ago, my parents had one of those old console televisions with basic anolog cable television. The set top box in those days consisted of several rows of clunky push buttons that would still require a little finesse with a sliding wheel to fine tune the channel.
As you can imagine, this was somewhat inconvenient for channel surfing. To remedy this, we attached the cable box to the television with two 25 foot cables. This was enough to allow us to pull the box over to the sofa. We called this contraption "the remote". When I wanted to change the channel, I would ask my brother, sitting on the other side of the sofa, to pass the remote, and he would attempt to heave the box across the distance that divided us.
There is a similar situation with the wi-fi here. A 50 foot ethernet cable runs from the router in Jana's room, continuing down the hallway, hanging precariously over the railway, draping down stairwell, to finally come to rest in the living room below where it is attached to her laptop. Such is the thing that we now refer to as "the wi-fi".
It's not the ideal situation, but it is probably the best that can be accomplished following the great wi-fi debacle of last week. I did find an SSH client on the computer, so I can log in to the servers for some late night site restarts. However, being unable to connect my own computer to the network means that I don't have access to my work email or instant messenger client. Still, that's probably a good thing....
Photo of the wifi coming soon. Too bad I missed a shot of smoke coming from the wall when I blew up the wireless router.