Printers and printers and printers and printers and printers and…

Yeah, this is just about how I feel.

The print server is broken and trash-bound. It’s sending test pages fine. It accepted the firmware update just fine. However, neither the web-interface nor the telnet interface are responding. Not only that, but the Mac detects the print server, but it only sends junk to the printer. Windows can’t even see the server. So it goes in the trash.

I have the use of a black and white lazer and a color inkjet in the house, not to mention the one or two other working printers that are just sitting in the basement down here. So, I’m not really worried about printing stuff out.

I’m feeling like the lazing about is about to flow into accomplishment. We’ll see how that turns out.

And conga-rats to my beautiful for getting a jeorb! We -can- both have jobs at the same time. ;)

Details, details, details.

The nifty Comcast pen that they gave me last week or the week before… the one that stopped working… is working again. Huh.

Another thing I want to do this weekend is set up my PC, finish setting up my router (so it’ll be ready for the move to A2), and set up the print server… if it even works. I have my fingers crossed. :) I’m going to commandeer a shelving unit. It’ll be quite the setup when I’m finished. Even better when Dad gets the cable modem installed, and I network his den, and run an über-long cable down into the basement, and hub off of there. Star configuration in a home network!

didn’t sleep Friday night, as she was working on her amazing dress for ‘s wedding. She looked way hotter than I did.

BTW, is still Guido to me. I -so- wanted one of the knots she was handing out as part of the ceremony. *Jealous*

I’m seeing more and more pagans here at work. People wearing pentacles is a friendly thing.

We passed the minister when we were in line for the feast after the wedding. She handed her business card to and winked. Infer what you will about someone whose title is “Metaphysical Minister” and does weddings at RenFest. Damn cat-people.

Back to the trenches, as they used to say in Core… er… hell. ;)

How much can you pack into one day off?

Friday, after work, I drove around, out of, and got lost outside of, Ann Arbor. It’s okay, I discovered tons of stuff about the area and now have a much better idea of how it’s laid out. I told you guys that that’s how I learned my way around an area.

Anyway, game on Friday was okay. Ishmael got into deep shit, as per usual, and is paying for it big time, as per usual. I’m looking forward to next Friday’s game, as actual A2 people will be there.

Saturday was ‘s wedding at the Ren Fest. Fantastic ceremony with an awesome minister. The reception was brilliantly done by the RenFest staff, and I even danced the Hokey Pokey AKA the Vulgarian Traditional Wedding Dance. I got claustrophobic, grumpy, and generally I-hate-people at the end, so and I exited stage left. Next Saturday is a solar holiday. Can someone remind this bad, naughty pagan what holiday it is?

And this morning I drove to work from Lansing. I’ve had a queue of grumpy people, but the ban on surfing while at work has been lifted. I’ve also got office supplies, though I don’t have any place to put them. 1 pad of lined paper, 2 mini pads of lined paper, 1 post it note stack, 1 mini post it note stack, 1 black pen, 1 blue pen, 1 mechanical pencil (cheapo kind), and an error correction tape dispenser.

The fancy Comcast pen they gave me at the end of training has already run out of ink. A 2 cent bic is higher quality. Although, the ink cartridge in the pen is replacable. Hrmm.

I have tomorrow and Tuesday off, which I plan to spend on apartment searching and confirmation, as well as novel writing. Feel free to contact me via my cell or say hi if you see me online.

Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “Both Picasso and T.S. Eliot are credited with saying, ‘Good artists borrow, great artists steal,'” notes music critic Peter Gorman. “Credit it to Picasso and it comes across as bravado, a declaration that great art comes from those who appropriate whatever they damn well please. Credit the quote to Eliot and it seems more like word play; to borrow is to imitate and give back, to steal is to make it one’s own.” Study these tricky assertions about the creative process, Taurus. They should incite provocative meditations as you negotiate a turning point in your relationship with your own fertility.

DONE DONE DONE-ITTY DONE!

The landscaping is done and it has passed final inspection.

Dad and I had some good idea sharing and conversation.

Riding with the field tech today was fun, but not very informative.

Final completion of the landscaping was coupled with a good omen: Found the window sticker that I had saved for . Now I just need to be in the same physical space as said Decepticon to give it to him. Luckily, I’ll be in the Lansing area this weekend.

It was really good to hang with , , and yesterday. I had really missed you peoples, and especially da Benny.

Tomorrow morning seems to loom ever closer. I must pack my lunch, pack my bag, and rest my brain.

Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): The American Journal of Psychiatry says that many people suffer from delusions of “imagined ugliness.” The technical name for the condition is “body dysmorphic disorder.” It’s typically characterized by an obsession with a physical flaw, or even with an imagined flaw. Judging from my experience, 99 percent of the population has at least a mild version of this pathology. That’s the bad news, Taurus. The good news is that you’re in a perfect astrological phase to break free from its hold. You’re ready to revolutionize your self-image so thoroughly that you will hereafter see yourself as a perfect specimen of idiosyncratic beauty.