Well, not really. “Hitting people” is not a door that any reasonable person wants to unlock and walk through. But on this, my second day of Time-Warner wifi constipation, I’m feeling an urge to at least punch my refrigerator. I lost an entire story this morning when it wouldn’t save…phffft. Right now, after three modem shutdowns and reboots, the wifi is working in a sluggish, covered-in-molasses 1998 way. A Time Warner tech guy was supposed to be here a half-hour ago to install a new modem and increase my download speed to 50 mpbs. Nothing puts me into a darker, snarlier mood pocket than this.