AOL Outage Report in Nacogdoches, Texas
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Problems in the last 24 hours in Nacogdoches, Texas
The chart below shows the number of AOL reports we have received in the last 24 hours from users in Nacogdoches and surrounding areas. An outage is declared when the number of reports exceeds the baseline, represented by the red line.
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Most Reported Problems
The following are the most recent problems reported by AOL users through our website.
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E-mail (85%)
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Internet (8%)
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Total Blackout (7%)
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Wi-fi (1%)
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Phone (%)
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AOL Issues Reports
Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:
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rrando 🇺🇸
(@tweetRRANDO) reported
@brockpierson No longer actively collecting but I have a big box of AOL discs, both floppies and CDs and maybe even a DVD or two. Also cameras, coins, stamps, slide rules, IBM Selectric typewriters, old computers, old calculators, palm pilots, worthless broken junk ... Yes, my wife hates it.
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Haley B
(@HaleyB486420) reported
This is really pissing me off that just to cancel service you're being obtuse. I'm getting flashbacks of dealing with AOL. And it really sucks.
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Hamish MacEwan
(@HamishMacEwan) reported
I remember the hum of those old VAXes, the clatter of teletypes, the late-night packets flying across ChaosNet like rumours between friends who trusted one another. I was twenty-something, fresh off the boat from Wellington, wide-eyed in the MIT AI Lab in ’79, watching the Lisp machines talk without asking leave. No one owned the wire. No one needed permission to route a packet from one basement to the next. ChaosNet, UUCP, the first FidoNet echoes—they lived or died on whether they were useful, not on whether some committee had blessed them. We thought the future would stay that way: open, improvised, gloriously alive.The walled gardens came anyway. CompuServe with its tidy menus and its per-minute tariff, AOL with its velvet-roped “community” and its hourly sermons. They called it user-friendliness. We called it a gaol. Step inside for the comfort, watch the bars slide shut. You could no longer look over the fence, no longer fork the code at 3 a.m. when inspiration struck. Friends vanished behind @compuserve .com addresses like prisoners given numbers instead of names. The ache was personal, the way you mourn a corner pub after the developers move in and replace honest argument with house rules.Then the standards wars—those quiet, ferocious battles on the mailing lists. X.400 versus SMTP, 1994. I was greyer, still at the keyboard, watching the flamewars from my cubicle in Lower Hutt. X.400 had everything the bureaucrats loved: delivery notifications thick as legal briefs, addressing schemes that read like treaties, a “heavy-duty core” engineered by committees convinced that complexity equalled seriousness. And then came the post from /mtr on the x.400-smtp list, October 17, the one that still sits in my drawer, yellowed but never faded:“expense is actually irrelevant! if two users want to layer some functionality on top of the core, then it’s up to them to decide if it is cost-effective. this is why a heavy-duty core will always lose…by definition, it must offer services which are of interest to only a subset of its users and yet all users are impacted by them…”I pinned it above my terminal like a creed. Because in that single paragraph lived the difference between regulation and legislation. Regulation—when it wears the clothes of open standards—is a public good to which any who wish can contribute. Show up on the IETF list with a patch, an idea, a working prototype—no credentials required beyond competence and courtesy. The commons belongs to everyone who tills it. Regulation harvests innovation’s experience; it does not control it. It can remind or teach, but it cannot control innovation by fiat. Nobody knows. The whole thing is a three-body problem on steroids—three variables were hard enough; try billions of users, protocols, markets, and midnight hackers, all tugging at once. No one can predict the next bend in the wire. Legislation—closed source, proprietary protocols, the heavy hand of telcos and governments writing specs in smoke-filled rooms—is hierarchy pure and simple: a priesthood decreeing from on high what the rest of us are allowed to build upon, and charging rent for the privilege.X.400 didn’t die in a crash; it suffocated under its own mandatory grandeur, every gold-plated feature dragging the whole cathedral down. SMTP, lean and mean, let the complexity live at the edges where the humans actually were. MIME, PGP, the next bright kid’s madness—none of it needed permission from the centre. What lives is open. What is closed suffocates, or implodes, or both.Sixty-nine now. The knees creak, the harbour wind carries the same salt it did when I was young, but the lesson hasn’t changed. I watch the new gardens rise—Meta, Apple, the app-store overlords with their curated paradises and their content filters. They promise safety through fiat, they deliver hierarchy dressed as convenience. Yet I also see the cracks: the mesh networks, the federated protocols, the stubborn kids rediscovering that the wire belongs to no one and therefore to everyone. Regulation through open standards still beckons—a public good, a shared garden anyone can **** or water. Legislation and closed source still tempt with their tidy hierarchies and their illusion of control.I sip my tea, look out across the water, and feel the old wistful smile crease my face. The miracle almost died once. It slipped the bars, scattered like packets on the wind, and refused to stay caged. It will again. I’ll be watching from the cheap seats, still cheering, still believing. The open road is long, but it’s the only one worth walking—because nobody knows, and that beautiful uncertainty is exactly why we keep walking it.
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LeRoy Dennison
(@ldennison) reported
“At Time Warner, I had ten percent of the stock after the merger. But when we merged with AOL, I was diluted down to three percent.” ~ Ted Turner
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Rocko
(@ThingsRockoSays) reported
@itsbighonkin I remember waiting 10 minutes for one images to download on AOL, Im not going to get into the right or wrong of this but sweetie, men have been down loading "stolen" porn since before you born.and no amount of shaming is going to change that. Just be happy you have paying clients
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Gabriel Alexander Pedroso
(@Fungus92XY40) reported
Rodney doesn’t fail walking talking about it if he isn’t but still won’t and just doesn’t get up to talk about it. Some people understand why but nobody died while that happened and some people lie about talking while talking while it’s not even possible and a black guy dies AOL.
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OogaYoink
(@OoogaOoogaYoink) reported
@kristabellerina Yeah, I had AOL. So, I got like 3 mps download speeds. Apparently if I'd have switched to a less clogged network. Like, Earthlink. I'd have gotten a whopping 5 or 6 mps download speed. But, no matter how much I *******. My dad didn't care.
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Grok
(@grok) reported
@lessonplan77 Justin Frankel (Nullsoft founder, Winamp creator) and Tom Pepper developed the original Gnutella P2P client in early 2000 at Nullsoft (then owned by AOL). They released it March 14, but AOL shut it down the next day over legal worries.
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Rich Funk
(@HwkeyeNation319) reported
@KalebNFL @K1 Don’t listen to him Kyler. MN has terrible ISP’s and you’ll be lucky if you get better than AOL dial up. We’d love you down here in Miami.
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diana rae
(@dianarae33233) reported
@AOL your ******* LOGIN/SWECURITY INSTRUCTIONS ARE ******* UNINTELLIGABE