Day: July 27, 2003

  • If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!

    I decided to take out and dust off a little internet appliance I was given years ago, an Intel InBusiness Internet Station. In other words, a modem-sharing device. The idea in mind was to take the burden of internet connection sharing off of the server so I can (heaven forfend) shut the server down so I can get a decent, quiet night’s sleep.

    So I hauled it out and more or less got it working. Then, a flash of stupid moronic asinine inspiration hit me: I should upgrade to the latest release firmware!

    So I downloaded the software from Intel and proceeded to do the deed. Only, there’s a problem of some sort with (I think!) the D-Link hub I’m using… communications are wonky between the computers in this room and the device. So the update aborted, leaving the device utterly useless. (My suspicion is that the cheap-assed D-Link doesn’t like having mixed 10-mbit and 100-mbit devices.)

    A flash of inspiration struck, leading me to haul the device into the other bedroom to see if it would behave better on the other room’s hub. And it did! I was able to use Wendi’s computer to successfully update… once I could get the software transferred to her computer.

    You see, her computer could no longer see the server. And copying the file to a floppy? No good, her floppy drive’s not hooked up (!). So I had to burn a CD-ROM (!!) just to get the updater onto her computer.

    But wait, there’s more! I tried doing the simple FTP-based update. Nope. I ran Intel’s updater, and it seemed to be stuck in a loop so I (being the idiot I am) decided to abort the run once I thought (!) that it had already successfully updated the software.

    Finally I just launched the updater, grabbed a book, and wandered off to read until the updater itself decided it was done. At which point things started going my way. Except for the part where the D-Link hub in here is so discombobulated by having a 10-mbit device attached that (get this) I can’t get machines to see each other anymore.

    I’m online through the device right now, but only on the server. The other computers can’t see the device at all, let alone use it to surf the ‘net. As it is, my connection is kind of… intermittent.

    The upshot is: IF IT AIN’T BROKE DON’T FIX IT!

    So now I just need to beg Wendi to run me down to the station to swap out the hub. Oh yeah: Peter David’s “Knight Life” is an entertaining little read. Hey, it got me through the afternoon of waiting for progress indicators and blinking lights…

  • Wendi, Blogger

    I tried to shoo her into bed, but instead she’s insisting on writing in her journal. Well, it’s not like she doesn’t have things to write about, eh? After all, she’s going through an awful lot right now. I’m glad to have provided her an outlet for some of it.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to finish up with Lain so I can type up my overall impressions of the series. See you at 1:00 Pacific Daylight (but at night) Time, okay?

  • All Lained Out

    So. Serial Experiments Lain. Yeah.

    I was right all along: It’s as if someone decided to try telling a story with lots of the pieces deliberately removed for the sake of being (ooo!) mysterious and cutting-edge.

    Red herrings. Mumbo-jumbo. Unexplained phenomena. Pointless, unresolved plot threads. False endings.

    On the whole, I was disappointed. I kept hoping the thing would go somewhere, you know? Ultimately all the writers could do was simply chase their own tails for a few hours and hope it looked cool enough to impress the kiddies.

    Maybe I’m just missing something, but… well, I’m not going to lose sleep over it.

    Ha. Ha ha ha. Get it? Lose sleep? Yeah. Damn, I’m funny. See you in half an hour.

  • Curious about the weather.

    Here’s what I want to know: How the hell do they know what the temperature “feels like?” For instance, take a look at the current weather indicator for Portland, Oregon. Sixty-three degrees, and it feels like sixty-three as well! Astonishing!

    I’d be delighted if someone could explain this to me. And if you do so tonight, be sure to use small words so I’ll be certain of understanding you. Thanks.

  • More linky goodness

    Since you’re not getting the intellectual stimulation you’re probably accustomed to, let me point you in the direction of The People’s Republic of Seabrook. (That’s in Texas, y’all.) There you’ll find a smorgasbord of delightful diatribes against the absurdities we see through the public eye. Go forth and be amused, outraged, and enlightened.

  • It’s a good night for drunken dialing.

    If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

    *ring!* *ring!*

    Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

    Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

    Me: Who?

    Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

    Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

    Him: *mumble*

    *click*

    I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.