Now here is a mystery. Someone is surfing the net in the wee morning hours. Someone is using up my limited usage allowance — a miserly 1 GB per day if I want to stay under the cap. Except that it is not possible.
It is not possible.
I have programmed the router to shut down all wireless access between 12 midnight and 5:30 in the morning. There is only one wired device that connects to the Internet. That device also is programmed to shut down between 12 midnight and 5:30 in the morning. I qualify every MAC that connects to the network. Anyone trying to hack in to my network will not have much fun. Assuming, of course that they can crack the 40-character industrial strength and the fully encrypted password on a wireless LAN that does not broadcast its SSID, then they would still need to have an authorized MAC. I suppose that someone could poke at the router through the front door (192.168.0.1) but then they would still need the admin password. That password is also industrial strength. Living in the country on 7 acres, they would have to get pretty close to snare enough signal strength. But what am I talking about? The signal gets TURNED OFF! No one gets in.
So how to explain the traffic?
I took all of these extraordinary measures to shut down network access because those scoundrels at Xplornet cut off my unlimited bandwidth service and forced me to a 30GB monthly cap. “Faster Internet access you will have.” they promised. “Happier you will be.” they claimed.
They lied. Service is still slow. And happier I am not.
In the first month, my two sons successfully trounced the monthly 30GB cap. They can use that much in an afternoon.
Looking at a year’s worth of Internet expense being consumed in just a few months, I decided to take firm action. Both of their machines were kicked off the network. If they want to pay for an Internet service then they can arrange for their own service — I am such a heartless old dude. Otherwise it is back to the middle ages for my two sons, or the 1970s. I often think they were the same period of time. Life was simpler then. No Internet. No snake oil Internet Service Providers with arbitrary caps and outrageous surcharges and silly traffic management policies. No wires or routers or network hackers.
Yes. Xplornet. I had to call them. On a telephone. And wait. Wait for the next available agent. My call was important to them so they thanked me profusely and repeatedly for waiting nearly an hour or so for some agent in a developing economy to take my call.
“Who is using my bandwidth in the middle of the night?” I asked.
She had no idea what I was talking about. More waiting. More people answering the call. More confusion.
Then somebody had the most excellent avoidance strategy. Let’s stall this guy.
“Perhaps Mr. Cleaver the time zone is different in your area. The usage may be an offset. For example, at 8am there was no one using the service.”
“That’s because there was no one home.”
“Well, regardless, you will need to stay up until midnight and then give us a call and we can monitor your modem to see if there is any traffic.”
I hate Xplornet. I really do.