{"id":2391,"date":"2009-06-11T10:02:36","date_gmt":"2009-06-11T15:02:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?p=2391"},"modified":"2009-06-11T10:02:36","modified_gmt":"2009-06-11T15:02:36","slug":"on-communications-woes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=2391","title":{"rendered":"On Communications Woes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My computer has been mostly dead all day, and a little headshake <i>won&#8217;t<\/i> make it happy.<\/p>\n<p>Four years ago, a lightning strike while I was at work fried the motherboard&#8217;s comm bus.  The onboard modem was a total loss, and I&#8217;m pretty sure the network port was a goner, too.  I installed a PCI modem which worked.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly.<\/p>\n<p>There were difficulties in configuring it, like the computer&#8217;s decision to insist that the PCI modem needed to go on COM1, whereupon it would vanish completely.  Eventually, I was able to clear the hardware conflicts, and force the computer to put the modem on COM3.  And even then it was touchy as <i>hell<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>(And I went through the entire process a year later when I had to nuke my hard drive and reinstall everything from scratch, after my sister put a virus on my computer.)<\/p>\n<p>Over the past month or so, the modem has grown increasingly finnicky.<\/p>\n<p>Last night, the modem was dead.  The computer <i>tried<\/i>.  The diagnostics said it was there and working perfectly.  I checked the phone lines.  I tried a different phone line.  I tried a different cable.  For whatever reason, the modem didn&#8217;t work.<\/p>\n<p>I opened the computer up and tried a different PCI slot.  This time, the computer didn&#8217;t even <i>see<\/i> it.<\/p>\n<p>Iocane powder, I&#8217;d bet my life on it!<\/p>\n<p>I had a spare modem.  (After an accident involving Beamish Stout and my Microsoft Natural Keyboard, I&#8217;ve learned to keep spares of certain parts handy.)  I installed that and gave it a try.<\/p>\n<p>Still nothing.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve known for four years that the computer was living, like the Challengers of the Unknown, on borrowed time.  Time&#8217;s up.<\/p>\n<p>The computer is still functional.  It&#8217;s just blind to the world.  And I suppose that this weekend I&#8217;ll look into replacing it.<\/p>\n<p>I may turn the computer into a Linux machine.  (I have a Linux Mint live-CD handy.  There are good reasons to keep Linux live-CDs handy, especially if you ever need to circumvent Windows&#8217; file permissions.)  I&#8217;ll probably pull out my current hard drive and turn it into a slave drive on the new machine (it&#8217;s the easiest way to move my documents), then put a new hard drive into the current machine.<\/p>\n<p>Suffice it to say, I am <i>not<\/i> going to have fun storming the castle.<\/p>\n<p>And what&#8217;s with all the <i>Princess Bride<\/i> references?<\/p>\n<p>I reread &#8220;Spindle&#8221; when <a href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=2383\"><i>Re:Collections<\/i> arrived<\/a>, and the reference to the Doctor&#8217;s meeting with Vizzini cracks me up every time.  (For reference, it&#8217;s on midway down on page 239 of <i>The Quality of Leadership<\/i> and at the top of page 412 in <i>Re:Collections<\/i>.)<\/p>\n<p>Of course, that raises the question.  Which Doctor, exactly, met Vizzini?<\/p>\n<p>I have no idea.  But if I <i>had<\/i> to take a guess, I would humbly suggest that the Dread Pirate  Wesley is, in actually, a pre-Hartnell Doctor.<\/p>\n<p>Or is that inconceivable? \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My computer has been mostly dead all day, and a little headshake won&#8217;t make it happy. Four years ago, a lightning strike while I was at work fried the motherboard&#8217;s comm bus. The onboard modem was a total loss, and I&#8217;m pretty sure the network port was a goner, too. I installed a PCI modem<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=2391\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;On Communications Woes&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[4093],"class_list":["post-2391","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-life","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2391","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2391"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2391\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}