when life gives you oil spills… make molotovs!
good times
Abagail : Hello Steve . How are you doing today?
Abagail : As per the records with me you are referring to a HP Deskjet 6980 Printer, with MAC OS installed as an operating system on the computer. Am I correct?
steve warrington : hi good, but my printer’s blowing my mind. 🙂
Abagail : Please do not worry; I will take every action possible to fix your issue as quickly as possible with my efforts.
steve warrington : sweet! so why does this tab come up in front of the ink cartridges?
Abagail : I believe there is an issue with the installation of print cartridges.
Abagail : Please remove both cartridges and reinstall them.
steve warrington : hmmm. I took them out and looked and everything looked okay.
steve warrington : okay, I’ll try again.
Abagail : Thank you.
Abagail : Remove both cartridges.
Abagail : Then check if carriage moving?
steve warrington : okay, one moment
Abagail : Sure
steve warrington : they are removed. how do I check the carriage moves?
Abagail : Try to move it manually.
Abagail : Move it to left side if it is in right.
steve warrington : it’s behind the cartridges. I can’t reach it.
Abagail : Try to move it with the pen or pencil
steve warrington : yes, i can move it manually
Abagail : Okay.
Abagail : Now reinsert the cartridges.
Abagail : Then disconnect Power cable from the Printer
steve warrington : ok
Abagail : Press and hold down the power button of the printer for ten second to static discharge the power of the printer, when power cable is disconnected.
Abagail : Then wait for 30 seconds and reconnect only power cord to the printer
Abagail : Then please let me know there is any light blinks on the printer.
steve warrington : nothing blinking.
Abagail : Okay.
Abagail : Press and hold down the check mark button.
Abagail : It will print a configuration page.
steve warrington : how long do I hold it?
Abagail : For 3 to 4 seconds
steve warrington : it’s not printing a config page. nothing.
Abagail : What about the printer light status?
Abagail : Is the power light on?
Abagail : Or blinking?
steve warrington : power light is on. blue antenna light is also on. that’s all.
steve warrington : also, little green thing in bottom right corner is on. not sure what it is a symbol of.
Abagail : Okay, open the top cover and check if carriage is moving automatically?
steve warrington : how do I make carriage move automatically?
Abagail : When you opened top cover, does it move or not?
steve warrington : no, it didn’t move.
Abagail : Well, As per the steps performed and its results, I would like to inform you that this is a hardware malfunctioning of the printer
steve warrington : oh fun!
steve warrington : so what can I do?
Abagail : May I have serial # of this printer, so that I can check the warranty of this printer?
Abagail : It is written either on the rear panel of the printer or on the bottom of the printer (product serial number is of 10 digits alphanumeric number).
steve warrington : my6c79r3jt
Abagail : Thank you.
Abagail : Let me check the warranty of this printer.
steve warrington : oh it’s expired for sure.
Abagail : Yes, it is expired. I would not be able to replace it.
grrrrr pr
who do I have to bl/know to get more than a PR1 up in this mug?
pay-per-view
More flagrant than ever before, the garden this spring has been one raucous and debauched carnival of lawless bacchanalian flower sex. Someone asked me how the yard was doing a couple of weeks ago, and the only adjective I could think of to describe it was pay-per-view.
That the bees are back doesn’t hurt: there are more wanton workers barnstorming the sepals, looting the pistils and bracing the stamens than I’ve seen in years. I blush yet at the thought of the countless bodies clumsily adjusting their undergarments, stumbling out of the garden dizzy with the perfume of sex, telltale pollen smeared on their collars.
Of course, that’s nature’s nature every spring. I’m just tuned in to it more acutely this year than any other in memory. I’ve been sublimating pretty hard in 2010, thanks to an especially lusty curiosity and cunning, and an abundance of free time, botanical variety, and midday mead. It all came to a climax today when I realized just how oh-so very badly I want to lay down with this one:
Can that be so bad? Can this particularly innocent instance of polymorphous perversion really have a price? Will Courtney be jealous?
Persnaps, but let this be her consolation: my botanical tryst is short-lived. Alas, this beauty is exceedingly ephemeral: try as I might, I can not preserve these petals. Vivid colors fade, perfect posture wilts, ardor will languish.
And yet!
For whiners like me, there’s always Autumn. The fruit borne this fall will be just another form of the same biological ecstasy, though more visceral and less hysterical, more nourishing and more sustaining, and far more enduring.
Thank you, pesto, for making winter worth living through.
braggart proclaims “no need to smack your mothers,” puts foot in mouth
Remember last fall when I promised the 500 bulbs I planted on either side of my walk would make you want to smack you mama? Well, in honor of our mothers on this very special day, I am happy to report that there will be no call for smacking, no call whatsoever.
For what was to be my bright shining glory, my “suck it, monkeys” moment of gloating, has passed with a nary a taunt. Because in my infinite foolhardiness, I failed to take into account the fact that the sun would move so damned north for the winter, so that the peak of the roof would shade varying northfacing sections of the bed as the sun passed from east to west. So in addition to the black parrots blooming a beat later than the rococo, the rococo opened progressively from one corner to its opposite over the course of a week. The net effect was that the first to open dropped petals many days before the last opened theirs.
A whimper moreso than a bang.
Even so, it would take a cold hard profligate motherscratcher to complain about how 500 tulips happen to decide to open. That’s me. Sheesh. Scratch scratch mom. Happy mother’s day.
jumping on the visual bandwagon
I’ve spent a lot of free time this week looking at page after page of a few new (to me) sites devoted solely to images (ffffound and dethjunkie and yimmys yayo) and while I’ve got my complaints (yawn, steve, when do you not?), I have been so inspired that I started to wonder late last night if I wasn’t meant to be a visual artist, that while I started out with an obsession with language I really have been much more visually oriented these last few years, and that maybe I oughtn’t start making pretty stuff that exists off the page.
I ought, but, I know in the light of day, not at the expense of language. So while I’ll return to the regularly scheduled programming next post, that doesn’t mean I can’t throw up a few pretty pitchers sans the chit-chat right hereandnow.
