And I’m behind them 100%.
Pursuant to my decision to abandon the high-speed project:
Skippy says I have the required equipment, but no drivers, which can be remedied. Elim says he can repartition my drive with no loss of info.
All say the salesguy was a jerk.
I loves my geeks.
The high-speed package arrived. Yay! said I.
There were a couple of issues. Namely, the fact that all the manuals were in French, and that even though the salesguy had been told that we already had Sympatico service and wished to keep our e-mail address, we were assigned a new address, and a new user ID. I know how bureaucracy works. We’re likely to lose our current e-mail for a time, if not forever, while they sort things out.
Despite all this, I tried to install it this morning.
The operative word being “tried”, of course.
I wasn’t home when the salesperson originally came to our door. My husband therefore handled the transaction, with the best of intentions. The salesguy took a look at the back of our computer and checked off certain things on the contract, like the fact that we have a USB port.
“We don’t have a USB port,” I said when my husband told me this.
“Sure we do!” HRH said. “The salesguy checked!”
Yeah, well, guess what. The installation software ran a diagnostic on the computer and told me that I couldn’t install my new high speed kit because of two reasons: my hard drive wasn’t big enough, and I had no USB port.
The software doesn’t allow you to choose what hard drive to direct it to. My C drive was partitioned when Skippy constructed my machine, so of course it says it’s smaller than it actually is. I use my new second hard drive for programs now.
So: Sympatico gets called tomorrow. The high speed thing gets cancelled, and I’ll return this useless kit. When I’m ready, I’ll call and upgrade my service myself. I have been promised a new/old computer by the end of February (thank you, Ceri and Scott!); I’ll try again then.
My technical frustration has been assuaged by the production of an entire short story (which means I can take one of my story assignment postcards off my bulletin board), and eleven hundred words of a second new story. And a new version of the anthology proposal. And a glass of champagne celebrating t!‘s 100,000th word of Baker’s 12.
Plus t! said that the whole idea of being a gutsy author was nonsensical, since he had solid support from fellow writing-type friends which filled him with confidence.
Still, I’m vaguely frustrated, for some reason. There’s a warm bath in my future.
I just stopped by Ye Olde NaNo Montreal Discussion Board to see if any recent news or announcements were up. t! had left a new message regarding the final hand-out of stickers. His sig moved me immensely:
NaNoWriMo Winner two years running (and screaming)
Ringleader of the finest group of writers anywhere, at any time
How amusing. Neil Gaiman got a l33t message and a fan translated it for him.
Thought the translation (liberal in places) would be interesting to those of you who were teasing me about knowing how to read it. Okay, I actually thought you’d laugh too.
And damn, I completely and totally forgot that Gaiman had written a short story called The Daughter of Owls, found in the Smoke and Mirrors collection. This makes me feel incredibly guilty and a right twit.
Ye gods – I’ve been online for four hours. I finished my editing a couple of hours ago, and have since been gaming in a Changeling chat room for the very first time, instead of lurking and getting a feel for who and what and how. And I really, really ought to sign off and go to bed!
Curse you, Roo, for introducing this to me! (And I mean cursing in the nicest way, of course…)
I currently have a black fairy kitten between my keyboard and my monitor as I alternately tear my hair out over editing an author’s most recent batch of chapters, and eavesdropping on what’s going on at the Firnost Freehold chatroom so I don’t completely lose my mind. Nixie has been helping by smacking the pointer every once in a while as it flies around the screen. I think she wants to play Changeling too, but it would take too long for her to make a character.
Watching Roo interact with others, and being cuted out by Nix are the only things keeping me sane at the moment. There; she just patted the text as I typed. Painfully cute.