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Friday, January 17, 2003
By doing just a little every day, you can gradually let the task totally overwhelm you.~Unknown
In an effort to get things back to normal after last week's illness and laptop crash, I've been systematically budgeting one-hour time slices in order to catch up with everything that I need to do.
This approach would be ideal if there were 32 hours in a day. Since there aren't, I've been falling behind a day every day this week.
About the only thing I've managed to keep current is the daily National Temperature Index. The other major accomplishment was the arrival and installation in my cube at the office of the Time Machine (click here and scroll down one article), which afforded me with the opportunity to invite co-workers into my cube to "watch my balls drop".
I'm planning on spending the weekend getting everything working. Check back on Monday.
Monday, January 13, 2003
Apologies to Connected; Curses to Microsoft
The Weekend Disaster which eventually resulted in the total reinstallation of Windows and a disk reformat could have been a lot worse.
Turns out I couldn't get into Connected's data centers via the net because of some arcane Windows configuration problem which screwed up various network settings.
The HTTP (web) thingie was working, but that was it. Mail, ftp, all other protocols were about as communicative as Dubya.
I looked up my problem on Microsoft's web site. The solution was to reinstall the operating system, which I did. The machine booted, displayed the Windows logo, then immediately went into irreversible black screen of death mode.
I eventually had to reinstall everything, and this is where Connected really came through. Once I was able to log on to the backup service, I transferred nearly 14,000 files (a little over two gigabytes) in about four hours. Another four hours reinstalling software from setup directories restored to the D: drive, an hour finding license keys, and the old laptop had about 90% of its functionality restored. No critical data was lost.
That was after the four hours I spent downloading and installing all the service packs and updates for the operating system, Internet Explorer and Microsoft Office. Thank God I have a broadband connection to the net. With a dial-up line it would have taken days to restore everything. It's enough to make you buy a herd of sheep and move to Montana. Wait... now I'm starting to think like Microsoft. Move to Montana first, then buy the sheep.
On the plus side, the machine runs much faster now. I've eliminated tons of dead directories and files that were hanging around from bad installs, and cut the number of running processes by about 30%, with a commensurate increase in free memory.
Truth be told, it's a good idea to reinstall Windows every year or so to clean out the gunk and correct the things that are out of whack.
Ah, wouldn't that be a great way to deal with things:
What's wrong, sir?
My computer is out of whack.
Lucky for you sir, we have a special on whack today. You can get a two-CD set of whack for only fifty bucks.
Yeah, but I'll bet you that fifty that the CD is copy-protected.
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The email@example.com e-mail address is now something other than firstname.lastname@example.org saga.
kgbreport.com used to be kgb.com until December, 2007 when the domain name broker Trout Zimmer made an offer I couldn't refuse. Giving up kgb.com and adopting kgbreport.com created a significant problem, however. I had acquired the kgb.com domain name in 1993, and had since that time used email@example.com as my sole e-mail address. How to let people know that firstname.lastname@example.org was no longer email@example.com but rather firstname.lastname@example.org which is longer than email@example.com and more letters to type than firstname.lastname@example.org and somehow less aesthetically pleasing than email@example.com but actually just as functional as firstname.lastname@example.org? I sent e-mails from the email@example.com address to just about everybody I knew who had used firstname.lastname@example.org in the past decade and a half but noticed that some people just didn't seem to get the word about the email@example.com change. So it occurred to me that if I were generate some literate, valid text in which firstname.lastname@example.org was repeated numerous times and posted it on a bunch of different pages- say, a blog indexed by Google- that someone looking for email@example.com would notice this paragraph repeated in hundreds of locations, would read it, and figure out that firstname.lastname@example.org no longer is the email@example.com they thought it was. That's the theory, anyway. firstname.lastname@example.org. Ok, I'm done. Move along. Nothing to see here...
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