• My first official post from ye old reformatted desktop!

    Proof that, after finding pieces of wireless card that have gone mysteriously astray, and after repeated phone calls to Dell techs in a rather mislead attempt to get a straight answer out of said Dell techs, I am still the master of all–well, okay, most–things Microsoft. Except Vista, which I will continue to maintain I will never touch for as long as it exists, lest my job require it to actually perform said job. And, since troubleshooting Vista related phone calls don’t require me to have a Vista machine in front of me… you can guess just how much time I’ll be spent even investigating that possibility. O’course, if you can’t, then… clueless art thou. A cluelessness the level of which not even Vista’s suckitude can hope to equal. And… that’s all manner of very, very bad. Hm. It’s 10 to 5, in the morning, I’m not working, this computer’s up and running… what am I still doing awake? Someone wanna tell me? Possibly?

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  • Thar be winning seasons… maybe?

    Hey, anything’s possible. They beat up on Detroit a little, according to the linked article… they couldn’t really do that all that much last season. Oh, wait–they only played like, once or twice last season. Well, at least we’re still in the race. Officially. But only because the season hasn’t actually started yet. A little disenchanted? Possibly. You would be too after Raycroft, who was supposed to somewhat hold our team together, busted. And they played him tonight. But at least they won tonight. Just one problem… the Senators are our first game of the season. Again. What sick and twisted individual dreamed this up? He should be shot.

  • BRAINS!!!!!!!

    You thought it was only in movies. Well, okay, so maybe you’re a natural conspiracy theorist and… didn’t think that. either way… this is sure no sciense fiction. And all I have to say is… uh, owwy. Owwy owwy owwy. Talk about your holy brain disease, Batman. Killer amoebas–they’re comin’ to get you. Don’t swim in the water…

  • Even Dell technicians hate Dell technicians. And Sympatico, and Microsoft, and…

    Welp, as some of you know and others of you guessed I’m sure by now, the formerly Vista and now XP computer is up and running. Well, partially. No wireless network support and there’s still a rather lengthy list of devices Windows doesn’t have drivers for. But I’m slowly piecing that together. Now, here’s why every time I have to call tech support, I cringe. And not because I am one. So I call up Del on Monday, because their support site doesn’t have a driver for my built-in wireless card. Not for XP, at least–which, okay, no big deal; it came with Vista, after all. So I check the Vista drivers list, like I’ve been doing with a few other things, and there’s none listed there. So I just flat out asked the technician I spoke to on Monday, “does this machine even come with a driver for the wireless card?” Honest question, and a simple enough yes or no question to be sure–if I were sitting on the *other* end of that conversation, I could have probably told myself one way or another in about a minute and a half. But, not with this guy, who first wanted to spend 5 minutes making *sure* I wasn’t a moron calling up with the misguided belief that, because I got this new fangled desktop thing sitting in my living room, it automaticly comes with a wireless card. Did I mention I pointed out to him at least once I’m employed with Dell, doing things like network troubleshooting on a daily basis? So I know when a computer’s supposed to come with a wireless card–like, say, when in your order information, it says that one was specificly requested. So, we get by that round about, and he finally decides he actually wants to varify whether or not it does. So he tells me to go to their support site–I guess he wasn’t listening when I said I’ve already been there and they don’t have it. He finally just decides to put me on hold and do some “research”–for the record, when a hardware tech says they’re doing some research, you know they’re asking one of their l2’s if this is a good enough reason to transfer them to the Dell on Call department. About 20 minutes go by, and he comes back, saying he can’t find the wireless card on my system. Insert long, exasperated, frustrated sigh, and me telling him, yet again, that it doesn’t give a brand name in the order details, but, and this is where I think I drive the point home that I work for the same company, I tell him the training material *should* say what brand the wireless card option includes for my particular model of computer. Silence. Then he asks to put me on hold again. Another few minutes go by. Presumeably, more “research”. Then he comes back, says he thinks he found the brand and model of the wireless card, the exact details I honestly don’t remember–for the record, when a technician says “I think”, it’s never pretty–and tells me that it looks like the support for that particular model is built directly into Vista. And there are no drivers for XP. So, not wanting to argue the point, I hang up, and plug that particular model into the almighty goog. And sure enough, inside of 10 minutes, I could have called that particular technician a liar. But… rather than openly and blatantly advertising the obvious, I just dinked around a bit, installed a few things I needed to install, and called it a night–I had to work the next night, and it was 5:00 or later in the morning before I finally decided to fall into bed. So it got to sit there until tonight, when I ended up not going to work–thank you, public transportation, for showing up early and thus making me miss the only bus that’d actually get me there before I was well into my shift. So I go back to that computer, figuring if the support is built into one version of Windows, the other version should have *something*. So I do a little fiddling, and sure enough, one wireless driver, for windows XP, located and installed. What was that you were saying about it was only designed to work with Vista? Now, the problem comes up that it’s telling me to make sure the actual card’s turned on. Now, they have a funky little keyboard command where you can do that for laptops, but I wasn’t sure about this particular desktop. Cringing again, I called tech support. Shoulda figured it out myself. First guy first of all had the same hearing problem as the last technician I spoke to, in that it took me 3 tries before he accepted that yes, Dell technician who troubleshoots networking problems on a daily basis does have a wireless router, does have it turned on, and does have it in the next room, well in range of the card that is trying to look for it. All I wanted to know was the one thing he either didn’t know how or didn’t want to tell me–was there a switch or something on the back of the bloody machine to turn the card on manually, or is there a similar command via the keyboard to do so as there is in laptops? He finally at least gets me over to the wireless department, and the girl on the other end actually has a brain. And is using it. If it wasn’t against the rules, I’d of done my own troubleshooting at work when I went in tomorrow… there, I’d at least have access to the same things these people do, and could have found the answer in probably 45 seconds, instead of 45 minutes and 2 technicians. Move on, now, to what I have to get done so I can actually get the antivirus software I’m using set up on my other computer. First requires actually getting the password from Sympatico for my current email address, so I can resurrect a really, really old one I haven’t used since I moved out of Pembroke nearly a year ago. Now, Sympatico uses Microsoft’s hotmail interface–so yes, a uber craptastic service to be sure–to manage their web interface for all things email. So in order to change, create or delete email addresses, I have to log into that craptastic interface. Not an altogether too thrilling experience, to say the least. But, I do it anyway, because for reasons beyond my control, I have to. So I enter my email address, and move onto the next screen to enter my password. And it sits there, loading… and loading… and loading… then shows me the logout screen… then sits there loading… and loading… and loading… eventually, I just said screw it, and closed the window. I can think of a lot of things I’d like to do on an unplanned but certainly not unwelcome night off. One of those is not deal with the idiocy of people I have no choice but to trust to keep methods of accessing services I pay for from going tits up. So instead, I shall go drop in on an RPG I haven’t played in forever. I’ll curse at the evil that is Hotmail, and the stupidity that is Sympatico’s decision to join forces with Microsoft, later. For the next hour or so, I’m planning to have fun. Or something.

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  • James 3, Microsoft 0.

    And all because of a little CD HP didn’t send me. Round 1, external HD goes on the blink. Or so I thought. Turns out Windows just decided it suddenly didn’t know what it was. Well, after getting frustrated with that, I decided to go right on ahead and start following these instructions figuring, y’know–it isn’t working anyway so how much more can I possibly screw it up? Turns out that fixed it, at least temporarily. But, about… oh I wanna say 3 weeks later, it went kerpoof again. And, in the attempt to see what flopped this time, Windows seemingly forgot where it put the *internal* HD. Brilliant. So, it continuously went through the endless loop of startup, logoff, shutdown, restart. And it decided to play the welcome and logging off sounds repeatedly as it went through, indicating it *could* find at least part of the OS–really, really, anoying… I turned off the speakers after a bit. I screwed with it a bit, then decided to bug Trish and see if she had any ideas–she’s damn near my equal so far as this crap goes, so it made sense. She dinked around with it on her own, got about as far as I did, and I think we both kinda just… randomly decided the thing was getting repaired. Call it the last act of a desperate couple of techs who don’t want to do a complete format. So now, after the repair–for the record, a repair instalation of Windows on a 40 GB HD with 512 MB RAM should *so* not take 2 hours to complete–we’re right back where we started. Except with a working machine. And an apparently missing Internet Explorer–easily cured by the fact it didn’t touch Firefox. So, this little piece of crap lives another day, giving me time to complete the downloads I’d like to complete, and possibly email myself the crap I wanna get off this machine–I don’t plan on keeping this for much longer, since I can get a faster laptop for cheap, even if this thing lasts another 4 years. And with the new email setup now, prompted largely by the near catastrophy I just narrowly avoided, I can actually do that and not run the risk of not being able to pick it up on the other computer–which, for the curious, is now hooked up and just awaiting me to get around to installing the drivers. What can I say? Vista lasted about a minute and a half before the format process kicked in. But that’s in another entry when I don’t feel quite so geeky and want to. This one’s rambling on long enough about things probably only understood by about 2.5 people, with the rest going “Zuh?!?!?!”. So now, I go do stuff. Like… clean. Or sleep. Or laundry. Or watch one of the CSI eppisodes I can now access again, thanks to a now fully functioning external HD. Hm. The possibilities are endless. Should they feel that way on a 4-year-old machine that only barely meets the minimum specs?

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  • Why is Telqvist beating us?

    Toskala, I had such high hopes for you. But already, you’re making me wonder if perhaps Cujo was our last attempt at an honest to goodness playoff run. Don’t do that. But least of all… don’t screw us out of a win 3 minutes into the bloody first bloody period. Against a goalie we should have traded 2 years ago, even. Folks, the first game’s against the Sens. And if anyone’s curious on my feeling about the Sens, stop. That should outline it enough for you. If it doesn’t… well… will this? So… yes. We need goaltending. Not soft goals that kill the game before the 5 minute mark. Boy, you had better be godlike when the season starts. Godlike. Rar! Or… something. Okay I’m done.

  • *breathes*

    The last time calls came at me this rapid fire, I was just starting here. On the day shift. In the middle of freaking January. Oh. My. Loving. Lord. Whoever said I don’t keep busy… uh, doesn’t know me. Or this company. I love it. Time doesn’t go by quite so draggingly slowly–hence, you know, the lack of random pieces of amusement posted on here–when I’m up to my eyeballs in calls. Suh. Weet. And now, I get back to being up to my eyeballs in calls. Yay working in tech support!

  • You don’t know this person? That’s okay, here’s some junkmail.

    Moron. Of. The. Year. Canada Post has given me reason to conduct all my business via email. A new policy has been introduced, with no shortage of resistance, that pretty much means any junkmail that shows up there, whether the person it’s intended for or not actually lives there. Brilliance unmatched. Really. Let’s just legalise spam by the can over here. Only in the land of ice and snow…

  • Could you be violent?

    This quiz is ultra stereotypical…


    There’s Not a Violent Bone in Your Body


    You’re cool and collected, even when someone really gets under your skin.
    And while you don’t blow up when you’re angry, you know how to express your anger calmly.
    You don’t bottle emotions up or let them get out of control. For you, violence would never be an option.

    And it doesn’t know me at all. I’m not abusive… but hey, if you deserve to get knocked around a little I’m not above it. Just piss off my family and we’ll see.

  • 1 month less 4 days!!!

    And the Leafs hit the ice officially! Yay ‘n such! Lemme see… it’s on a Monday, according to my only slightly trusty MS Outlook calendar. which… means I don’t have to call in sick for the first game of the year. Which… means I won’t have to miss the first game of the year. Which… is really, really, uber freaking awesomeness in a box. And such. Gawd, I feel about 15 years younger. I should stop… but I dun wanna.

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