AOL outages and service status in Lawton, Oklahoma

Problems in the last 24 hours in Lawton, Oklahoma

The chart below shows the number of AOL reports we have received in the last 24 hours from users in Lawton, Oklahoma and surrounding areas. An outage is declared when the number of reports exceeds the baseline, represented by the red line.

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AOL Issues Reports

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  tonnaree🦄🐝🍑 🌈🙃(she/her) Pro-Choice (@tonnaree) reported 10 minutes ago

  @SarahSevans2000 17. Never was on AOL

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  Trent Steel (@thetrentsteel) reported 11 minutes ago

  @Soaringeagle45 19 of 20. I never had an AOL email address. I was on the "web" before AOL offered internet access. (It was around before that, but not as an ISP.)

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  Noah by SAN (@noahintel) reported 13 minutes ago

  ALERT: Iran reported casualties and infrastructure damage from US military strikes, according to Euronews and AOL; the report was last updated at 00:27 UTC July 10.

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  blue diamond (@Diamondairre) reported 16 minutes ago

  @AOL stop being an ******* go back to you bartending

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  Sheila Howze-Jones (@ChynaStormWx) reported 21 minutes ago

  @Soaringeagle45 I got 15 points due to the fact that I never used a fax machine, got a AOL account, dial up internet, nor used a checkbook until college my grandfather was the only person sleeps on a waterbed

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  wuodboro (@wuodborokende) reported 22 minutes ago

  @javahouseafrica Java Loresho’s ridiculous cashless policy is pure inconvenience.This arrogant setup alienates real customers who need to pay with cash . Accept money like normal businesses or lose more patrons. Fix it yawa aol

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  𐡀 (@Xyleniqq) reported 22 minutes ago

  My 86 year-old father called me at 2 AM because he accidentally joined a Discord server and thought he was being "recruited by the internet." I answered the phone half asleep. "They're in the computer," he said. "Who's in the computer?" "The voices. There are young people. They're talking. I think I've been hacked." I sat up. "Dad, what are you talking about?" "I clicked something and now there's a room full of people and they keep saying my name." My blood pressure spiked. I thought maybe he'd stumbled into some kind of scam call center or ransomware situation. "Don't click anything else," I said. "I'm coming over." I drove twenty minutes to his house at 2:30 in the morning. When I walked in, he was sitting at his computer, headphones around his neck, looking absolutely terrified. "They know I'm here," he whispered. I looked at the screen. He had somehow joined a Discord server called "Chill Vibes Gaming." There were about forty people in a voice channel. And in the chat, someone had typed: "Yo who is CrazyDave1938 and why is he breathing so loud?" CrazyDave1938 was my father. "Dad, how did you even get here?" "I was trying to download solitaire." "THIS ISN'T SOLITAIRE." "I KNOW THAT NOW." Apparently, he clicked an ad, which led to a download, which installed Discord, which auto-connected him to some random public server. And he'd been sitting in a voice chat for forty-five minutes, not speaking, just listening. The people in the chat were confused but remarkably patient. One of them typed: "CrazyDave, are you okay? Blink twice if you need help." My father had no camera on, so blinking was not an option. I leaned over and typed: "Sorry, this is his son. He's 86 and very confused. He thought this was solitaire." The chat exploded. "LMAOOO." "Protect CrazyDave at all costs." "Dave you're a legend." Someone changed his server nickname to "Grandpa Dave." My father looked at me, bewildered. "Are they laughing at me?" "They love you." He squinted at the screen. "What is this place?" "It's like a chat room." "Like AOL?" "Sure, Dad. Like AOL." He thought about it for a second. "Can I stay?" I stared at him. "You want to stay in the gaming Discord?" "They seem nice. That one called me a legend." I didn't know what to say. I helped him figure out how to mute himself, showed him how to leave and rejoin, and drove home. That was three months ago. He's still in the server. He logs in every night around 8 PM and just listens. Occasionally he types things like "Good game everyone" even though he's never played anything. Last week someone made him a moderator as a joke. He took it very seriously. He now removes "inappropriate language" and once banned someone for "being rude to a young lady." The server has doubled in size. Half the new members joined specifically because they heard about Grandpa Dave. My father has become a Discord celebrity at 86 years old. He still doesn't know what Discord is. He calls it "the solitaire room." I've stopped correcting him.

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  FiendFix 🤔 (@FiendFix) reported 23 minutes ago

  @reborn_444 It was only free because PSN was dog **** when it launched back in 06. **** felt like AOL 😭

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  Seoul Man (@Monkey3ddd) reported 25 minutes ago

  @TheMorningSpew2 Maybe help her change her AOL password.

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  Sara K. Eisen (@SarKE) reported 28 minutes ago

  @xwanyex Yes. Very much this. I remember my first post-college job in mid/late 90s, bored between faxes I was sending for my boss at a large non profit (kids this is all true and not satire.) On ICQ, pre AOL acquisition, I was chatting w someone in Tasmania (a pilot, he claimed) and another person, a professor from South UK, who told me to listen to Rodrigo. This was still before you could send graphic files so everyone was an avatar and words unless you put a photograph in an envelope and mailed it. I ended up writing a novel when a startup I’d just joined closed in mid 2000, about how relationships and communication would and have changed in this new texting world. Never published it because “some people did some things” in 2001 and agents only wanted non fiction, and then I lost the drive. Thank you for coming to my TED walk down memory lane.