AOL outages and service status in Whitsett, North Carolina

Problems in the last 24 hours in Whitsett, North Carolina

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AOL Issues Reports Near Whitsett, North Carolina

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  Mark Dodson ©️ (@MarkD629) reported 60 minutes ago from Glen Raven, North Carolina

  @Kayla_Annmarie She’s good with technology just hasn’t found a need to change. I keep my AOL email too, I never use it as I have two others but I give it to people like businesses that I really don’t want contacting me

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  WarzonePrez (@WarzonePrez) reported 8 minutes ago

  @yukiwaru_ Yeah, but this is kinda like cancelling AOL or Sirius XM. You call up enraged by something stupid, and by the end of the call you somehow have 3 free months and forgot why you called in the first place. That kind of "cancelled", i think.

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  Jonas (@JASeagal) reported 8 minutes ago

  @NoleftT @Si64si 19 too, bit weirdly never had an AOL address.

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  ▇ .𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡._ ▇ (@BacktheZhorse) reported 8 minutes ago

  @fatzgorrie @james_spir19274 Me too! I never had an aol email address

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  Buffexx (@buffexx) reported 8 minutes ago

  THIS 7-MINUTE SENATE CROSS-EXAMINATION OF BILL GATES TEACHES MORE ABOUT DEFLECTION THAN ANY HARVARD CASE STUDY. One question. Asked four different ways. Watch how Gates stalls before admitting the restriction. "Well, partly you're using legal terms I'm not familiar with." "I don't think these are legal terms, Mr. Gates." Netscape's CEO sat right in the room. AOL bought his company later that year. Here is the masterclass in corporate defense. Never give a direct 'yes' or 'no.' Gates reframes the premise. He feigns ignorance on basic words. He forces the senator to define terms instead of arguing facts. It’s a classic deposition tactic. Shift the focus to vocabulary, and you control the clock. Media trainers charge $10,000 a day for this pivot. Gates pulled it off under federal oath.

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  Trinity Ashcroft (@TrinityAshcroft) reported 8 minutes ago

  @BlueHawkLegend I get that, but the amount of utility is not enough to say that it’s being used at any kind of scale really. It’s like the beginning of the Internet when we had Netscape and AOL. It seems like everybody was using it, but most people weren’t. And out of the entire planet only five people have exposure to crypto that’s nothing imagine what percent of that is actual utility. It’s insignificant it’s hard to see because we’re immersed in it all the time and we think everyone knows about it and we wonder why people aren’t doing something about it why they’re not buying bags of it. It’s because you’ve done all this research and you know what’s going on and you’ve been knowing what’s going on for probably years so it’s frustrating because stuff isn’t happening but it will and when you look back, you’ll be like holy crap I was so freaking early and I had the patience of a saint and you’ll pat yourself in the back and then go jump in your swimming pool of whatever precious gem you fill it with lol who cares what everyone else is doing and what the price is doing if you’ve done your research, you know where it’s gonna go and that’s all you have to have Vision and the faith and the patience to wait for it to happen

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  Impressed keanu (@FN21995) reported 9 minutes ago

  Chapter 2 The Therapist and the Channel Dr. Lena Vargas’s office smelled like peppermint tea and the old carpet that had been there since the building went up in the late seventies. Framed degrees from state universities hung next to a poster of the solar system that still listed Pluto as a planet, the edges of the paper curling slightly from years of the same fluorescent light. She was forty-two, practical shoes that made no sound on the linoleum, the kind of therapist who kept a box of tissues on the corner of the desk and a legal pad full of careful notes in handwriting that never rushed. Sarah sat across from her the next afternoon, twisting a paper coffee cup from the gas station on the corner until the rim began to tear. The cup had left a small ring on the wooden arm of the chair. “She’s got him locked in the basement, Lena. I heard the chain on the door. And she’s talking about ‘the Channel’ like it’s a person. Some late-night shortwave thing, or maybe one of those new chat rooms on AOL where people stay up until three in the morning typing about the end of the world. She thinks Eli is a serpent demon who’s going to bring the end of times on January first. She said the word ‘vessel’ like it was his name.” Lena set her pen down carefully, aligning it with the edge of the legal pad. “I’ve worked with families pulled into doomsday groups before. 1999 is a magnet for them. Y2K, the millennium, the way the news keeps running those countdown clocks. All that anxiety has to go somewhere. But locking a child away crosses into something else. I’ll file for a wellness check today. Officer Reynolds owes me a favor from the last case on Oak Street.” That evening the three of them sat in Lena’s parked Taurus half a block from the Hale house. The car still smelled faintly of the peppermint tea she had brought in a thermos. Officer Mike Reynolds was broad-shouldered, early thirties, the kind of local cop who still waved at kids on bikes and knew most of the first names on his patrol route. He wore his uniform but left the radio volume low so the dispatcher’s voice would not carry across the quiet street. “I’ve been by twice already this month,” he said, eyes on the papered windows. “Carol won’t open the door more than the chain allows. Claims religious exemption. Says the boy is being homeschooled under some new spiritual guidance. I need more than a worried neighbor to get a warrant signed before the weekend.” Lena stared at the house the way she stared at patients when they were deciding whether to tell the truth. “Then we talk to her. Calmly. Offer help. If she refuses, we document everything. Time, date, exact words. The district will need a paper trail.” Inside the house, Carol sat in the glow of the monitor. The Channel was live. A calm male voice, slightly distorted by the dial-up static that came and went like breathing, spoke through the cheap computer speakers she had bought on sale at Circuit City the previous spring. “Sister Carol. The herald grows stronger every day the isolation holds. The therapist and the officer are agents of the Cabal. They will try to remove the vessel. You must not allow it. The prophecy is clear: only the mother’s hand can complete the seal. Only sacrifice opens the new world. The Channel sees their car. The Channel knows their names.” Carol’s reply was a whisper that barely moved the air. “They’re outside right now. Parked under the oak tree.” “Then the test has begun. Protect the prophecy. Whatever it costs. The ones who interfere do not reach the new world.” Upstairs, in the living room that no longer saw sunlight, the old rotary phone on the side table rang once and then fell silent. Carol ignored it. In the basement Eli sat cross-legged on a sleeping bag that still had the tags from the camping aisle at Kmart. A Nintendo 64 controller rested in his hands. The television showed a paused screen of The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Link frozen mid-stride with the Master Sword raised. Eli was talking quietly to the pixelated figure, the way he had always talked to the characters in his games. “If the dragon comes,” he said to the screen, “we’ll just teach it the song of storms. Mom says the real dragon is already here. But I think she’s confused. Dragons in the stories are usually lonely. They just need someone to sit with them and play cards until the feeling passes.” He did not know that the lock on the basement door had been reinforced that morning with a second deadbolt and a length of chain from the hardware store on Route 12. He did not know the Channel had given the exact instructions while the rest of the cul-de-sac slept. Outside, Officer Reynolds finally opened the passenger door of the Taurus and stepped onto the sidewalk. He walked up the driveway with the measured pace he used for welfare checks, firm but not aggressive. He knocked, the sound carrying farther than it should have in the still air. “Mrs. Hale? It’s Officer Reynolds. Just checking in. Dr. Vargas is with me. We’d like to make sure Eli’s okay. Only take a minute.” The door opened on the chain again. Carol’s face was different now—harder, the eyes too bright under the porch light she had not turned on. The blue glow of the monitor still reached the edge of the gap. “He’s fine. He’s studying for the new age. You need to leave before something bad happens to you. The Channel is very clear about people who stand on this porch too long.” Reynolds kept his voice even, the same tone he used with nervous drivers on the side of the highway. “Ma’am, if I can’t see the boy tonight, I’m going to have to come back with a court order. That’s not a threat. That’s just the next step when a child hasn’t been seen by anyone outside the house in months.” Carol smiled. It was the first time anyone had seen her smile since the paper went up on the windows, and it did not reach her eyes. The chain remained taut between the door and the frame. “Then you’d better hurry. The Channel says time is short. And the ones who interfere… they don’t get to see the new world. They don’t get to see anything at all.” Across the street, Greg Lawson stood with the hose still in his hand, water running over the toes of his work boots. He had watched the entire exchange the way he watched the weather when a storm was coming in from the west—quietly, measuring the distance between the ordinary and the thing that did not belong. He looked away only when Carol’s eyes seemed to find him across the darkening lawn. Sarah, waiting in the back seat of the Taurus, felt the first real cold of the season settle into her bones. She whispered to no one in particular, the words barely louder than the tick of the cooling engine. “Carol, what the hell happened to you?” Inside the house the Channel crackled one last time before the connection dropped into the long beep of a failed dial-up. “The sacrifice must be pure. The mother must be willing. Protect the vessel at all costs. We are already watching the ones who linger.” Carol Hale locked the front door with both bolts, walked to the basement stairs, and listened to the soft beeps of her son’s video game rising through the floorboards like a private language only the two of them were supposed to understand. She whispered the words the Channel had taught her, the same words she had repeated every night since the paper first went up. “Not long now, my little serpent. Not long at all.”

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  Connor (@CForman15) reported 9 minutes ago

  @iowahawkblog I grew up in Loudoun and these are 100% related. Where did MCI & AOL build HQs? Where is the fiber super-highway concentrated? Which companies supporting federal gov put down roots nearby? Why did Facebook build facilities to support Euro growth in 07/08? Data Centers 🔗 Wealth

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  Joseph Rider #Resistance (@JosephRider13) reported 9 minutes ago

  19 never used AOL was a yahoo man from day one

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  Sam (@SammyLem90) reported 10 minutes ago

  @aburk203 @alphafox AOL chat boards, shared AIM, shared MSN Messenger too. Different times: Napster, Limewire, Proxys, Memes, NES, Surge Soda, Lucas Candy, Butterfinger BBs and Mr. T Cereal. Sound of Dial-up, and Saturday night cartoons. A bike outside because for some reason it was ok for a 10YO to leave the house and bike a mile to the the grocery store in a beat down neighborhood. Wow, took me back to a time I didn't have to worry about bills.

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  freakhand06 (@freakhand06) reported 11 minutes ago

  @Irina_exh I got 17, thanks for making me feel old! just kidding lol. no aol, mine was and still is yahoo mail no waterbed, never seen one actually no postcard, never received and never sent one