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This is a question about computer networking, I think. I decided to hook up the new printer to the network instead of directly to the Mac. I put the drivers for the printer on the Mac. (Haven't messed with the Dell yet. Should I confuse myself further at this point? Or does it make a difference? Not sure how this works. If it's on the Mac, and the Mac is on the network, do I need to put the driver on the Dell? And is the farmer on the Dell? Ooops. Sorry.)

Anyway. The Mac is on the network. The printer is on the network, as far as I can tell. The installation seemed to go smoothly.

When I try to print anything from the computer, however, nothing happens. No error messages, but no output, either. It just never shows up in the print queue.

Is this a network problem? An issue with the printer?

The printer was clear that I should only set up the printer for either the network or USB, so now that I've installed it on the network I can't just plug in the USB, apparently.

Ideas? Help? If you guys don't know what to do, who SHOULD I call? Because I realized last night that I have a shiny new toy but at this point I'm further behind than I was before I bought it-- then I could at least print stuff that was already on the computer, even if I couldn't scan to it. Sigh.

And on a slightly more amused note, I have decided that my callig ink must have fish oil in it or something, because nothing brings Miranda to my lap faster than opening that bottle. It's absolutely amazing.

le sigh

Mar. 16th, 2007 09:21 am
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Yesterday is a prime example of my brain on Imitrex. (Oh, geez, no, don't tell me those stupid ads are true...) Between the migraine and the effects of the chemicals, it's clearly not a pretty picture. This morning the first thing I checked was how much space is left on my hard drive (over 30 GB-- yesterday I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to do that) and I figured out that it wasn't storage the message was talking about but memory because I had too much stuff open. Still, it seems wrong that when I told it to empty the trash it was telling me the files were locked. There were only 700 items actually in the trash but it said there were 30,000 items to delete, and it kept saying it can't delete this or that file because it's locked. That sounds more like cache to me, but why would it be trying to delete cache? I am beginning to suspect a virus.

Still, the fact that I am coherent enough to figure this out when I've only been awake less than an hour bodes well for my thinking processes today. Big improvement!

And a good thing, too, because Mother called last night to say hi and ask when I have projects due so she can avoid calling to distract me right before. When I checked, I realized that I have stuff due a lot sooner than I thought. Ooops! The call was very disturbing for other reasons, though. Mother was all perky-cheerful at first but suddenly she lowered her voice and said, "I'm in the kitchen now. James takes it by spells," which is an old-fashioned/ country/ mountain way of saying he's sharper some days than others. She didn't elaborate, but I knew exactly what she meant. Daddy may be better some days, but he's also very fuzzy some days. Apparently one of his tells is that he puts his clothes on wrong-- at first he'd try to put a sweatshirt on as pants, but lately he's been putting his t-shirt on over top of his buttoned flannel shirt. Mother says he sleeps most of the time, sitting in front of the TV. After his surgery, when he was so terribly confused all the time, someone told us that elderly people sometimes take six months to fully recover from the disorientation. Well, it's now been a little over five. My experience is that stuff like this gets better gradually; it doesn't go from 60 mph to 0 in 10' or less. Seems like months 3 and 4 showed the most improvement, though the last month he's been driving a little. Frankly, that scares the hell out of me. I have to trust that if he gets up and put his clothes on wrong that Mother will know it's not going to be a driving sort of day and call someone else to take her for her errands.

I also realized that I need to be calling more often. She's starting to get concerned, scared, depressed-- all those things, and lord knows it's a perfectly reasonable reaction. She's kept telling herself he'd be better in six months and now the six months is nearly gone and he's still putting his clothes on wrong. The woman who lives across the street from them just had to move from her condo to the assisted living apartments, and she didn't want to go. The apartments are nice, but obviously smaller, and she can't have a garden, which she loves, and she's lost that independence. Mother made a comment a little bit ago about them moving there, but she's not happy about it either. It's not in the immediate future, which is a good thing. There must be a crew on staff that helps move people, because they're sure not going to be able to do all the packing and such themselves. Mother and Daddy say everyone who lives in the development calls the whole place "the reservation" which I think is pretty damn funny.

Today I'm beginning to admit that this may be as good as it gets for Daddy. All the furniture that he was planning to make isn't going to happen. All the little helpful things he's done for the widow ladies will have to be done by someone else. He won't be taking care of the strawberry plants and delivering fresh berries to favored neighbors. Mother has become better about taking care of things, which is good. I am feeling guilty because I'm not the good selfless daughter who goes to take care of them in the longstanding tradition. People used to just do that sort of thing without apparent consideration for their own lives. Did they not get depressed at giving up their own plans and friends? Was that always the assumption so it didn't come as a surprise? Have we gotten so selfish that we aren't willing to give up our own priorities to take care of the people who raised us? Much of this is moderated in my case because they are in an assisted living community, and there are friends who still drive and can help Mother run errands. I know that if I moved back, I'd be even more depressed than I already am, which is bad enough. And at least for the moment, running errands is about all I could help with. Somehow it doesn't seem like a good enough reason.

Well. Now I've gotten myself all in a mood and I still have assignments to do. Time to pick myself up, give myself a metaphorical shake and get to work. Whee.
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I was all set to write another whiny entry about feeling bad until I read trancejen's latest entry. Damn, that girl can write. And this isn't even one where she writes about her own problems, which are significant.

So, all in all, I guess having a headache that wasn't a migraine for a change is pretty insignificant. Especially since, once I figured out that it was non-migraine, I took 4 advil, read a murder mystery, ate a warm brownie with chocolate chip ice cream on top, and finally felt better. Heh.

The "5-7 hour" cataloging test is now up to 10 hours and counting. The headache was bad enough that I didn't even attempt to go to the library (even taking a shower was painful,) but stayed home and worked more on typing the test up. Even the typing isn't all done yet. I swear, the headache really started this morning when I tried to type the damn thing in—you guessed it-- Word. I got about three lines in, Word started its usual formatting games, and my blood pressure shot through the roof and I started having an anxiety attack. Finally I highlighted the whole damn thing, went to "bullets and outlines" or whatever it is on the menu, and selected NONE. Geez. I wish there was a way to make that the default. Surely there is, but as usual, I haven't found it. Anyway, this worked. I can use tab with the best of 'em, by god, and it looks the way *I* want it to. So there. Pbthththpth.

Anyway, I still need to go to the library and spend a few more hours looking up stuff in the reference books. There's one question that I can't even get a handle on at all. Usually when she uses a peculiar phraseology, there is a specific reason and the answer will match very closely. This time I can't find anything remotely close. And on at least two other ones, I can only match part of the title, not the entire thing. (Say, for example, the title is "The Price of Tea in Szechuan, China in 1950." Do I start looking under "China?" "Tea?" "Economics?" "History?" Maybe I can find "production of tea in Szechuan, China," or maybe even "in 1950," but no mention of price. Or else I can find "price of tea in China" but no note about geographic subdivision (for Szechuan) or anything about specific time periods.) I don't even know whether I can't find it because I'm starting in the wrong place, or whether I just missed the line that tells me how to find some secret table that explains how to add an extra number or two to narrow it down. Sigh. As much work as I'm putting in on this thing, I'd really hate to get a poor grade.

And finally, LJ has started doing something weird while I'm typing an entry-- the text box just keeps getting wider and wider, so I can't see the whole line at once. Not that it’s just one long line with no breaks, but every few lines it just keeps getting wider and wider. Most peculiar.

So. Back to typing up my notes. And maybe another brownie with ice cream for dinner. Heh. Sometimes this being grown-up can have its rewards.
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And I do mean EVERY time I try to write more than a few paragraphs in the Word program, I wind up cursing it roundly. And you know, when I used Word Perfect, back in the days before Word was so totally prevalent, that was not the case. I could use columns, tables, outlines, you name it. Theoretically, all those things are possible in Word, too, but it thinks it knows what you want and it keeps changing what you've done to what it thinks it should be. Case in point: I am writing a paper in which I use the spelling "Hawai'i" instead of the more standardized Hawaii. Every time I type that, for some reason Word decides that the last i, after the apostrophe, should be capitalized. Huh? I've tried to tell the spell check that's how I want it, to no avail. What prompted this tirade, you ask? This time I cut and pasted an example that was already corrected-- and when I pasted it in, Word changed the last "i" to a capital.

DAMN, I hate Word.

follow up

Feb. 20th, 2006 05:29 pm
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Sort of a follow up to my last post. I mentioned that I wrote to the mouse manufacturer, asking for a driver. Got this message back today: "Currently we are not supporting Mac/os, only Windows based pc's." So now I get to go BACK to that damn store, return this thing and try again. I went to CompUSA because they carry Compaq computers and I thought they might have the battery. I guess I should have left as soon as I found out they didn't have it. I mean, I was getting such bad.... vibes, for want of a better word, from that damn salesman, and he obviously didn't know what he was talking about. Grr, I say. GRRR.
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Last year Nikulai convinced me that I'd do better itemizing deductions on my income tax than by taking the standard deduction. All year long I saved receipts from the art and office supply stores, hoarded receipts from doctors, and kept every damn "Explanation of Benefits" that came in the mail. As if I don't have enough crap lying around.... This morning I finished putting in every deduction I could lay hands on, including mileage (40.5 cents per mile for January through August, 48.5 for September through December, FYI) for anything that I could document as a business trip or a medical trip. The bad news is, all that saving bits of paper was for naught... I still come out way better with the standard deduction.

The good news is that I will get some money back this year, instead of having to pay them some horrifying amount, as I have for the last few years. Whee! File early!

I am presently seriously annoyed with technology. I got very organized on Friday and hit the store for all those little random things I've been putting off, like a new keyboard. The Apple keyboards are tres elegant, but too sensitive for this household. And I hate the Apple one-button mouse. I like having five buttons that I can program for things like "back" and so on. I also was feeling comfortable enough with the financial situation that I was willing to buy the battery and wireless card for the laptop A&R gave me.

So off I went, all jaunty and brave. When I went in to the store, I couldn't find anyone to help me, and a computer store with aisles and aisles of little gadgets is pretty damned intimidating if you don't know what all that stuff IS. I was walking around, stretching my neck to see over the rows of stuff, looking for a salesperson when a man wearing a name tag approached me: "Do you need some help?" Why, yes... yes I do. Again with the good news/bad news-- as soon as he starting helping me, he revealed himself to be a used-car-salesman type. Big, false-hearty, condescending... you name it. Goody. Even if I could have figured out how to ditch him, there still wasn't anyone else around to help me. Grrr.

After much running around the store, repeated questions, and several clear indicators that he was a manager and not a computer person, I selected a keyboard, a mouse, and found the wireless card for the laptop.

I'm outta there. Got home. The (wireless) mouse needed to be charged before it could be used. Sigh. Changed out the keyboard. Remembered that the Apple keyboard has USB ports, and without them, I'm one USB port short and can't hook up my palmtop to hot sync it. Grrr. Well, okay, I'll go on and do the wireless card, and order the battery online. Got the battery ordered with no problem. (At least it's ordered.) Installed the software for the wireless card and inserted card A into slot B. No joy. After trying everything I knew to try, I took it back to the store the next day, and wound up with a USB-connected wireless setup.

And the mouse-- well, it needs drivers installed, and they are on a 3-1/2" floppy disk. The iMac doesn't have any way to use a floppy disk. I went online to the manufacturer's site, and they don't have the one I need to download. GRRRR!

And to remind me constantly of how much fun all this is, the new keyboard is sized differently and the keys are off juuuuuust enough that I keep hitting "home" instead of "delete." I am so not amused. Keyboards are inexpensive enough that I suppose I could just get another one and keep this for emergencies, when I'd be glad to have any keyboard. And I still need the extra USB port....
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I just found out-- the hard way-- that Word was not saving backup copies of my writing. WTF? I never heard of a modern word processing program that didn't just automatically do that. I thought the only question was, does it automatically save afer 5 minutes or 10? After losing everything I'd done on a research paper (about 1/4 done) I found the settings under preferences and fixed them.

Color me irritated. And discouraged. Trying to re-create what was going swimmingly well is not so easy.
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I just did something tonight I haven't done in years.... I met a group of people, some of whom I'd never met before, at a local cafe/bar for Happy Hour. And ya know what else? There was a guy there who was sorta cute in a white-haired-hippy kinda way, and I flirted with him. Heh. It's been so long, it took me awhile to get my sea legs back, but it was fun. He has a Mac, too, and gave me some recommendations for shareware that he has found helpful. So we're geeky old hippies, can I help it? Let's just put a happy face on it and say we're keeping up with the times.

The group was volunteers from Ten Thousand Villages, so it was an interesting group. I was surprised at how many of them were teachers, including the WHH. Topics ranged from the state of education (inevitable with so many teachers in one place) to the Bob Dylan/ Willie Nelson concert, which led to a long (illuminating) discussion of other musicians that we were all recommending to each other.

I made a less happy discovery when I got home. The graphics tablet locked up the computer again, which meant that I had to force-close the computer. Every time I do that, something funky happens-- this time, the icon for my printer/scanner vanished from the dock, which throws off everything I know how to do with that gadget. Erk. And Damn!

Tomorrow is another day. And a good thing, too.
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I had the most wonderful entry written up (Of course—they’re always wonderful after they’re gone, aren’t they?) but my graphics tablet locked up my computer and the whole entry is gone. Now this I don’t understand, because Word is supposed to back up my deathless prose every what- 10 minutes? And believe me, it took me way longer than that to write. And I even shut the computer down at least once during the day and when I booted it back up, the entry was there. But tonight, it’s all gone. It’s enough to make me whine in frustration. Oh, wait, I’m already doing that. Sigh.

I have some big news: I am taking Livia da Torta as an apprentice on Saturday at Midsummer Twilight Tourney. Whee! The ceremony will be at 4:45 at my pavilion; its exact location is yet to be determined. (You’re invited, of course. (Insert visions of non-SCAdians trekking in from Australia to see what the hell I’m talking about…)) We’re both pretty excited. We’ve been working together for a few months now, so this is just one step up. It’s interesting—when I was looking at the class schedule for Pennsic I found myself considering whether the class would be something that would be helpful for me to be able to teach Livia. Oh, this is exciting. We’re getting together tomorrow night to work out ceremony details, among other things. I have no idea what I’m doing, since she’s my first apprentice, but then she’ never done this before either, so I guess we’ll figure it out together.

And on to other matters: I am reluctant to get too excited, but I only had to pitch Miranda out of bed twice last night and the night before to make the point that she shouldn’t wake me up for loving in the middle of the night. Gee, wouldn’t that sentence be a lot more fun if I weren’t talking about a kitten? snork Especially since I’m a girl, too... now that’d be something you didn’t know about me. Way to start a rumour!

On that titillating note, I’m calling it a night. I’ve been fighting a migraine all day, and have worked two volunteer shifts and done laundry besides. I’m fried. I’m going to crawl into bed with Miranda. And Carmen. And Molly. Heh.
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What a pleasant weekend! (This was supposed to be Monday’s entry, but I had a hardware lockup—peripherals, not the Mac—and lost several well-honed paragraphs. I was not amused.) Nothing really exciting happened, but then again, it wasn’t dramatic, and that in itself can be wonderful. Just ask Brigida, who is so drama-ed out that she wants to come over next weekend for a couple of drama-free hours. She wants to sit in a white room, (that would have to be the studio, which I find inherently less restful than other rooms, but it doesn’t have yellow walls,) and talk about stuff that isn’t stressful, although even she admits it’s not always possible to predict what will trip her switch. We could eat white, non-exciting food and drink only white stuff. We had some fun creating the menu for this meal. We came up with pork (the other white meat,) mashed potatoes (no chives) and cream gravy, and cauliflower with white cheese sauce. We’d drink white wine, of course. For desert, rice pudding (maybe with almonds and golden raisins) and then maybe White Russians. All this reminds me of the meal Alfred Hitchcock is reported to have served once; all the food, including the butter, was dyed blue. His guests were said to have a hard time eating. This wouldn’t be quite as bad, but it would be pretty weird.

Tournament of Chivalry was fun. I would have enjoyed it more if I’d packed the night before or else gotten up early enough to make sure I had everything I needed before I left the house. (Duh.) As it was, I had to come back home (good thing I’m only a half hour away from site) and lost a chunk of time out of the middle of the event. I did get what I needed done, though, so I don’t have that hanging over my head for another day. I got to spend a couple of hours with Alianor, too. I’m doing a scroll for her, and she’s doing some stained glass in exchange, so I got to do some window shopping. Heh. (Couldn’t resist.)

I also got to see Livia’s two latest scroll’s and was very impressed and excited at her progress. Sometimes people talk about “progress” when somebody’s work starts out really sucky, but in this case it started out good, with great promise and is getting better, so I really am excited. Did I mention impressed? And excited?

After the event I went to dinner with Ysolt. Lots of times it’s fun to do a huge dinner and circulate between tables gossiping, but Ysolt really wanted quiet decompression time, I think. She’s been spending a lot of time with Geva, who’s just gotten out of the hospital and gone into a really bad nursing home. What with one thing and another, she’s wound up taking care of a lot of Geva’s financial details, too. The whole situation has been rough on everyone. Geva’s mother may be able to help more now, though she needs several months of R&R herself.

My mother called yesterday to say that she got the birthday package I sent on Saturday. Damn good thing the USPS was having a fast delivery spell, is all I can say. She actually got the package on her birthday! I sent a silk scarf from (you guessed it) Ten Thousand Villages and a card made from the original painting I used to make the self-portrait icon I’m using on LJ. I think she was as pleased with the card as with the scarf. She loves the medieval cards I make, and sends them to all her friends, and brags on how I paint them. They write back and say how they love the cards. Now if I could only make a living selling cards to little old ladies who like medieval cards. Hell, I’m not proud. I’d even sell to people who aren’t little old ladies.

I’ve been painting on Keith’s AoA scroll, which is about three quarters done. I pulled my old stunt of doing the main body of the text and then going directly to the illumination—in this case, a trompe l’oeil border, because that’s the fun stuff. I didn’t do his name yet, because I’m going to do that in red, and I didn’t have the red mixed up, and I just didn’t get the Rex/Regina and Heraldic confirmation part done, because I just wanted to start the fun stuff. Now I have to go back and do the rest of the calligraphy, which just gives me hives. It’s a Batarde, which is not a hand I’m comfortable with, and now I have to make the last part match the part I’ve already done. Erk. Stupid of me. Plus, I haven’t drawn the heraldry yet, and I’m not really looking forward to that, either. He doesn’t have simple heraldry with stars or wavy or anything like that. Nope, he has entwined snakes, owls, and apples, all of which are deeply symbolic. (Of course. Nothing is simple for him; everything is deep.) The real kicker is, at this point I wonder if he will even want the damn thing. I’m pretty sure he isn’t playing and probably won’t ever play. I’m not sure he’ll want a reminder of me hanging on his wall. Well, if it were me hanging, maybe…. Oh, nevermind.

I got registered for Pennsic yesterday. Whee! I’m looking forward to going after missing a year. It is at least theoretically possible I won’t be able to go, but the stars would have to align in a fairly rigid way for that to happen. If I can’t go I should know far enough in advance to either sell my space to someone else or get a refund. It’s also theoretically possible I’ll be traveling most of the month of August--to Kentucky to see family for a week, then to Pennsylvania. Hrm. Wonder if those could/should be back-to-back? Make a big loop instead of going to Ky, coming back here, unpacking, repacking, then going to Pa? Wonder what the relative sanity factor is? Shit, there’s a pun in there, isn’t there? Haw, haw.

The kittens’ distinct personalities are really starting to come out lately. If one of them jumps into my lap and immediately starts purring very loudly, it’s Carmen. If one of them jumps into my lap and wants attention it’s Miranda. If one of them tries to leap to my shoulder from the floor, it’s almost certainly Miranda. The one who is most likely batting stuff onto the floor while looking innocent is Miranda. Really, it’s like it took two kittens to make up Niccolo’s personality. One of them has taken to sleeping under the covers, too, but I haven’t been awake enough to find out which of them it is.

I’ve got a good mix of CDs in my player, on random play. It’s kept me entertained for a couple of days so far. It includes Johnny Cash, Warren Zevon, Bonnie Raitt, the Putomayo American Blues compilation, the Allman Bros, Patsy Cline, and Toni Price. The only problem I’ve found with it is that it’s pretty hard to paint those fine details when I’m dancing. Heh. They might call it “blues,” but baby, if Taj Mahal singing Cakewalk Into Town doesn’t make you feel happy, maybe there’s something wrong. Or, to put it more bluntly, mebbe you jes cain’t feel.

I think I should take advantage of this dancety feeling to get some dishes and cleaning done. Later, gators.

tax joy

Apr. 13th, 2005 10:38 am
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Aieeee. What a frustrating weekend. I've been trying to get taxes done. I got the calculation part done, which is frustrating enough. How come they aren't paying ME money instead of the other way around, for starters? Then I had all the questions done and was ready to go to the "e-filing" step in the online program I had selected. The first thing it asked for was from last year's return. Okay, I bookmarked that as well as printing out a hard copy, so I'll just pull that up. Hrm. Page not found; check address and try again. Eek. Okay, I'll just get the hard copy.... wait. It's not where I thought I put it. Sort, look, hunt, shuffle, relocate, repeat.... sob. Okay, if I really have to send in snail mail, I can travel back in time for a day. After all, I do it on weekends anyway. Wait, there are other reasons not to file hard copy. And I finally found the info I need for e-filing, so I’ll just change this back to “file electronically.” Now it says I can’t file until I correct an error on the NC form, but even after innumerable tries, I still can’t get to the page to change the information. The program won’t let me go there from here.

After researching all my options I wound up emailing a letter detailing the problem to a support tech, who sent a link for a free chat support link. When the chat guy couldn’t help, he gave me a number for a free priority phone call. In other words, this really is a problem and they don’t know how to fix it. Because I was working with a web based program, they couldn’t just get in there and fix it. Apparently the only solution is to send me a download of the desktop version of the program for free. Since I have already put all the info in, I can import it easily (they say) and be ready to e-file quickly. I hope, having spent unfathomable hours on this, and only standard deductions to deal with.

Later: It’s now Wednesday, and they were to send the download yesterday. No joy yet.
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Second entry. I also edited the first, and I couldn't just put in a note and say "edit: " and add whatever, either, because it just didn't make sense before. You'll just have to suffer and re-read it if you want it to make sense.

I finally installed the drawing pen, fancy mouse and tablet that I got with my iMac. I'm so pitiful. I've had it all this time.... I could use the basic mouse and I was reluctant to mess with something that worked. (What can I say? Every time I take one of those tests I come up smack against all those questions about not liking change.) Anyway, I love it and it works fine.... until it goes to sleep, and then it goes into a vegetative state and I have to re-boot. As long as I keep using the computer and the energy saver doesn't come on, we do fine. If I'm going to be gone for a while, though, I might as well just shut it down and be done with it. I'm going to have to when I come back, anyway. Annoying. Now I just have to get annoyed enough to do something about it. Check out the FAQ, call support, reinstall, whatever. Inertia is a terrible thing. I do love the pen, though. Love. It. Heh.

Oh, and I have a JPEG I was going to use here but it's too LJ says it's too big. What do I need to do, guys?


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