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Thursday, 24 January, 2002

For being only a four day work week, it's really dragging. Maybe because I keep doing this:

[Let's see. . . one week ago right now I was looking at an octopus hiding under a rock. . .]

Stop it! Bad Kay! It's really not helping matters.

Talked to Mom yesterday. She was calling from Hawaii - her cell phone only works if she walks down to the end of the street and dials, so it makes it kind of difficult. She said some friends have given her a car to use while she's there, so at least she has some mobility. She said it was 80 degrees and sunny - just like here.

Except for the 80 degrees and sunny part.

Laptop update. It's still dead, Jim. Although it isn't AS dead as it was. I got the scanner to work again. Reinstalled the drivers for it and *voila* it worked. Maybe if I install new drivers for the modem. . .

[And so, I flail. . .]

OK, so THAT didn't work. The problem is that it thinks that the PCMCIA card sockets are empty when they are not. I keep taking them out and putting them back in, hoping that it will suddenly decide to recognize them. I feel like I'm rubbing its nose in it - "Look, see the cards!"

So, I'm downloading updated PCMCIA drivers from the IBM website on the office 'puter and will try to load 'em up on the problem child and see if that helps.

[Yeah, right.]

I am learning some of the buzz-techy-computer speak. The people that post to some of these computer help message boards are kind of scary, though. I picture them sitting in front of their computers in their bedrooms in the basement of their mom's house - - - not that there's anything wrong with that! - - - peering through their thick glasses with the masking tape around the nose bridge and laughing at all of us neos out here trying to figure out why the blasted computer won't read the cards anymore. "Heh, heh, heh. . . . foolish mortals. . . . it's so EASY! Any child could do it!"

[Maybe that's it - I need to get a child to fix it. . .]

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Quote du jour:

"A child of five would understand this.
Send somebody to fetch a child of five."

-- Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)

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