Tag: technology threat or menace

The Rule of Three

Tuesday. Sunny, with a cool breeze. Trash and recycling at the curb.

Breakfast was hummus on rice crackers with a side of cherries.

Woke up this morning reminding myself of the Rule of Three*, which is only a little unsettling. After breakfast, I spent about an hour on the phone with a young person at Fidium whose name I heard as Alistair, but my ears probably dropped syllables. He was very helpful and patient and has, he said, gotten the landline to forward to the cell. Fingers crossed.

Though Alistair was very helpful and kind, I found the whole experience rather stressful, since we had to deal with Fidium’s lack of previous record-keeping, such as not removing Steve as the account manager, but merely adding me to the account, when I called them in 2024, so there was a lot of scraping off of old paint and serial numbers so that new could be applied.

I do need to unload the dishwasher (which is working nicely, and is slightly quieter than the previous dishwasher), and change out the cat fountains, but after that, I may just find a sunny chair and read. I’m thinking a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. Maybe a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.

The cats have been on the case. Tali, in particular, took up a position under the ledge of the stand-up desk while Alistair and I were doing business, and pressed herself, warm and cat-solid, against my thighs, which was very good of her. Rookie brought me his pink ball, which was of course a comfort. Firefly sat in the window, and occasionally looked over her shoulder and smiled.

For those keeping score at home, preorders for the ebook edition of The Fey Duology as of this morning: Amazon 131; Apple 23; BN 7; Kobo 16.

So! What’s happening in your life this morning?

___________
*The Rule of Three is the principle that what you do returns to you three times. It’s most usually invoked as an argument against doing harm.

It’s been a long week already

So, that was not how I was going to spend my morning.

In early March, I paid off the installation of the new French doors in Steve’s office. The check cleared. I foolishly thought that was that.

Until today, when I open a statement from the finance company which states that I owe them the full amount.

I call. The story at the finance company is that the check was “returned to maker” — IOW, it bounced.

I look at my account online. Nope; check cleared. However, there is a noted “returned” check for the same amount after the original check cleared.

I call the bank, which goes into their files, and says that it looks to them like the check cleared, THEN IT WAS SUBMITTED AGAIN — and the second submission bounced. As it should have done.

Call finance company back. Am told several times at length by the first line customer service person that the check bounced. Finally win a conversation with a “specialist,” with whom I go through the whole thing One! More! Time! including the fact that I have of copy of the cleared check with the finance company’s stamp on the back, and he creates a Ticket.

I’m to hear back from the Banking Experts in 48 to 72 hours. And I’m wondering if people can actually shake themselves into a decline.

Argh.

First cat fountain swapped. Guess I’d better go get on the second.
#
And on the plus side of the ledger, dishwasher repair guy will be here “today.”

Guess I’d better rustle up some lunch.
#
And Ray says the motor’s burned up. I have purchased on his advice, a Whirlpool which will hopefully be delivered sometime next week.

Argh.
#

Home now from needlework, which I’m glad I just didn’t decide to stay home and brood.

Yanno what?  I’m really looking forward to walking that alpaca tomorrow morning.

She’s all that I have left, and Music is her name…

Thursday morning, quickly. Warm and looking for precipitation of an Undecided Configuration.

Firefly and I had a Very Serious Talk while we enjoyed the Happy Lite, and find ourselves as one on every topic of importance.

Breakfast was oatmeal with semi-sweet chips and almond butter. Lunch will be a garnet yam. In-between will be entering corrections to Kin Right. I’m about half-done with the narrative, after, I need to write a Thing and also the cast of characters. Then? It will be free to leave the building.

One of the things I intend to do, once Kin Right has gone on to its next stop on the publication trail is to reissue the Fey Duology as an electronic omnibus. At the moment, I am leaning toward making it available through Baen only, for completeists. It can’t go up on Amazon, because I can’t cope with the grief they will give me regarding my ownership of the content. Such discussion always made more enjoyable by the off-stage threat that Amazon will delete all of my content if its AI or whoever’s answering the phone today decides that I’m lying.

Sigh. Thus, the Brave New World.

And a phone call! The computer repair shop reports that my printer is fixed and ready to come home. Two hours on the bench; $100. Bargain.

But now? I need to get another cup of tea, Tali having just inspected the mug on my desk and pronouncing the beverage icky — and go make corrections in a manuscript.

What’s happening with you today?
#
And! Correx entered. Printer home, where it immediately found and log itself into the home network and printed me a lovely copy of the printer for LUC6.

Well worth $100.

Now to chop up onions and get lunch cooking.
#
I used to adore the internet, back in the day before it became a hellhole.

That is all.
#
Brought to the top because apparently I needed to say this. In re the internet, and Miller and Lee.

The green-screens were Da Pits, but the connectivity was mind-blowing. We were part of the early BBS networks in the mid-1980s, before we moved to Maine, which was about people connecting with people. Then when we came to Maine, in 1988, and found out there were nothing like it in our part of Maine, Steve got so offended he built Circular Logic, which became one of the biggest and most sophisticated bulletin board systems in the state, (this is still prior to the W(orld) W(ide) W(eb)), which is how we got hooked up with I-want-to-say-Usenet — EDITED TO ADD: FIDOnet — the listserv that went ’round the world, and arrived at Circular Logic at about 2 am every day, and had to be uploaded to the conversation section of the BBS, so people who were talking to their friends in Australia would get their answer in a timely manner, which is how we eventually got connected to Pardoz, who set up the very first Liaden Interest thread that went ’round the world, and so the Friends of Liad were born.

Steve had actually been on … bah. ARPANET? when he was doing online cataloging at University of Maryland, before I met him, in the late 1970s.

Well. Sorry about that. Guess my fingers needed exercise.

 

Today’s blog post title brought to you by Crosby, Stills, and Nash, “Southern Cross“

One foot in front of the other

What went before: Tuesday: So, that was no fun. Woke up sobbing sometime around midnight, apparently so I could buckle down and get the thing done properly. The cats piled on and did their best; Rook left at one point and came back with one of the floppy foxes he uses as wrasslin trainers when Tali don’t wanna, and tucked it under my chin.

Long story short, I finally went back to bed around 7, woke up around 10, with a headache naturally, and all things taken up and tallied, I do believe that today I’m taking one of my banked Sick Days.

Do feel free to talk among yourselves.
#
Wednesday. Sunny and going to be warmer.

Slept long and hard, assisted by coon cats. Woke up hungry, but haven’t done anything about that yet. I’m thinking scrambled eggs and sausage are on the menu, as soon as I’m finished here.

Today, I need to go out and run errands. Notably, I need to take the Epson ink jet to the repair shop. The proposition that I do so was not met with Wild Enthusiasm, but an agreement that they could “look at it” and see if it was something simple. If not, printers being so twitchy and hard to fix and all, the advice is that I would be “better off” buying a new one. So, we’ll see, I guess.

Also need to go to the grocery store and probably the post office. Then back home for some more reading of the WIP. Oh, and figuring out how to cancel Cook Unity, instead of just stalling it, which is what I did for this week.

I still have the lingering rags of a headache, and I’m inclined to call Foul, but, hey, maybe breakfast will help. EDITED TO ADD: Breakfast has been et. Feeling much more The Thing.

How’s everybody doing?
#
Ink Jet Printers: A Teaching Fable.

Once upon a time, printers were rated as to the number of pages per week they could be expected to handle without having a screaming breakdown. Those printers that could handle a heavy workload, week in and out, were called “office printers.”

We here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory legitimately ran offices: we printed letters, and manuscripts, and flyers, and all sorts of things, and because we subscribed to the Asimov Theory of Typewriters (paraphrased): “Always have a spare, and a spare for the spare, because you don’t ever want to be in a position where broken technology means you can’t write” — we each had our own printer and (usually) a printer that still kinda sorta worked, which had been semi-retired, and could be pressed back into service in case Catastrophe Struck.

We bought, in a word, for the Ages. At the moment there are two high-capacity printers in this house, both inkjets, both work horses, neither cheap. Both are, yes, more than 8 years old, because I remember Steve carrying them into this house like they were infants.

In comparison, back in 2012, I went to live for a month at the ocean, where I was going to be finishing the second Carousel book and making a good start on the third. Obviously, I needed a printer, but! I didn’t want to schlepp my good printer to the ocean and risk getting sand in the workings.

So, I went to Staples and I bought, I kid you not, a sixty dollar inkjet printer, which came with two ink cartridges, guaranteeing, I think, 600 pages between them. Subsequent cartridges cost Approximately The Earth. Important Plot Point.

Off to the ocean I went. The Sixty Clam Printer worked flawlessly for the entire time I was away, and I did not stint it. When the month ended, I brought it home, and put it online as a “spare,” mostly to use up what was left of the ink.

Two weeks after I got home, the Sixty Clam Printer died the true-death, without even finishing the ink in the second cartridge. I took it to the local computer recycling joint, and waved good-bye. Sixty Clams owed me nothing, and it certainly wasn’t worth getting it fixed, not with what the home office was charging for ink, and I had a Good Printer at home.

Moral! Not all ink jet printers are cheap pieces of crap that ought to just be thrown away when they develop a glitch. Analysis is worth your time.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

In which the squeaky wheel gets the worm

Thursday. Sunny and chill. The cats are sitting in the sliders in Steve’s office, squirrel watching. Am sitting in the comfy chair in my office. Drinking a cup of Darjeeling, I think, (edited to add:  It was Lapsang Souchung) and basking in the happy lite.

I find that I really don’t have much to say this morning. I’m going to go get breakfast and hide inside my story.

How’s everybody doing?

Dictated to my phone
#
Worked. Made stirfry for lunch. Scrubbled cats. Have a few things to clean up in the business office, need to wash the pots ‘n pans, and do one’s duty to the cats.

Then I believe I shall go back to Steve’s office and recover the old, ill-tempered GNOME-based system, because COSMIC? Is not ready for prime time. I hate it that stuff gets released when it doesn’t work, and by “doesn’t work” I mean — surely, the primary use of a computer is to handle files? I means, yes, they also do math, and play music, and host games, but these things are also file-based.

I see No Benefit to … anyone … in a computer system that can’t reliably cope with its own files. So — big step back for me, and fingers crossed that the recovery process is fairly seamless.

In other news, not content to nag me to sell my house, now there are people who want to buy my car. Given a new Forester costs on the order of +/-$40grand and I’m being offered +/-$27grand for my current Forester — I don’t see the appeal, aside having a new car, and it happens I ain’t jonesing for a new car right now.

For those keeping score, the snow is melting fast under the sun and (cold) breeze. I had a go at smashing up the ice in the driveway yesterday, which, among other things, is pretty good therapy. However, I will not be so indulging myself today, because I really can’t afford for my back to go out again.

I have not today seen the news, but I don’t suppose we’ve jumped to a better timeline. Call me a pessimist.

I think that’s all I’ve got.

Hope y’all are having a good day.
#
I’ve been having a fascinating discussion with System76 Tech Support, who assures me that COSMIC is functional for many of their users, and incorporates all of the things those users depend on, which — it boggles my brain, but I Am Only A Writer, and this thing is barely doing anything that I need and depend on.

Apparently, however, the ability to order one’s own desktop is not a top-tier “feature.” They’re still working on that one and should have it ready by June.

In the meantime, the recovery … didn’t, so I’m kinda stuck. Happily, I am from the Past and still have access to sneaker-net. But it is kinda off-putting that I can’t backup my day’s work to the portable drive (in addition to Dropbox), because while I can see the damned thing in the margin, when I hit Copy Files To — it disappears.

*throws hands in air* *catches them*

Anyhoots. I did work today. Tomorrow morning, Sarah comes to clean, and sometime tomorrow my first delivery from CookUnity will arrive.

Exciting times.

Everybody have a good evening. I’ll see you tomorrow.
#
Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Tech Support sent me a restore file, which I flashed to a thumb-drive and booted from and!

I’m back!

And all of my files are intact!

Cabana boy! Wine!

And a glass!

Anything can happen day

What went before: Wednesday. Sunny and cold. Snowed a couple in on the overnight and today the beans are calling for temps near 50F.

My lap is Cat Central at the moment with Tali and Firefly, bumping, purring, prancing, and putting my tea in peril.

The plan for today is to write, write the small breaks for chores and meals. I really really want to get this book done.

What’s everybody doing today?

Dictated with some difficulty to my phone
#
Firefly, Queen of the Toys

#
I have Done Work. I’m not how much work, because I am now entering the squishy bit of the narrative, where I was just writing stuff down to hit a stopping point.

Tomorrow, I think I need to go back and mumblemumble, which will in theory help me to see the firm ground to the Real The End.

In the meantime, Steve’s computer is upgrading to COSMIC DESKTOP, which is reported less quarrelsome than GNOME. Not that I’ve noticed GNOME being particularly quarrelsome, but I’m not a developer or a programmer, and System 76 does all the quarreling on their side of the transaction before ever it gets to me.

The cats are politely rampaging all over my office, in a gentle attempt to point out that it is Happy Hour.

Spoiler: It is not.

God She knows how we’re going to weather the time change. P’rhaps I’ll lock myself in the basement at 4 pm.

And so glad to hear, as I emerge from a day of staring at words, that congress doesn’t care to stop the little man from burning the earth. So I guess that’s fine, then.

Sigh.

Everybody stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow.

I hate this timeline.
#
Oh, dear. So not a fan of COSMIC, which has sorted my desktop files into a configuration that possibly makes sense to it, but does not make sense to me, and — I can’t reorder them. This is not only Not Cool, but it’s actively upsetting. I need to have the files in a Certain Place that makes sense to me.

Sigh.

Also, I lost my cool wallpaper, which is a shame, but not fatal.

Have written to System76 Support. They’re gonna love me, over at Support.

May your days be brighter

And a blessed Imbolc to all who celebrate.

I celebrated by changing out the cat boxes, and vacuuming the basement.

Because my roommates are not good with telephones, nor, frankly, with understanding when I might need them to use the telephone, a couple years ago, I upped the population of Google Nests in this house, making sure I had one in more or less every room.

I have at last count 7 Nests, and when asked all will give me the current weather in the city in which I live.

Except for the Nest in the bathroom — you know, the room in the house where people are most likely to fall?  Yeah.  Well, for the past two years the Nest in the bathroom has operated under the persistent illusion that I live in Portland. Or at least that the bathroom is in Portland.

I have today — I believe — repaired that delusion. I will of course test this multiple times, but just now, after the fix and the reboot, when I asked it what the weather was, it gave me local conditions in this, my own, city. And when I asked it where I was located, it gave me the correct zipcode.

Other things accomplished today — books pulled and boxed and ready to go to the bookstore, where they will be entered into The System, and brought to the library on the day of my event.

The aforesaid changing out of the cat boxes and vacuuming of the basement, moving clean dishes from the washer to the various cabinets where they belong. I still have to wash the pots and pans and then? It will be Coon Cat Happy Hour.

So, yanno, not an earthshaking kind of day by any means, but I got through it, and that counts.

Tomorrow, PT first thing, then I have to stop at the bank for the first time in at least a year, then home again for work on the WIP and revising the Remarks. Oh, and I should write my wrap-up for Conflict of Honors, seeing as I’m halfway through Plan B.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe.

I’ll check in tomorrow.

Late Saturday check-in

Well, then. That was Saturday.

I drafted my Remarks for my library event. I think they may be the wrong Remarks, but you can’t revise what you don’t write down. Still need to figure out how I’m going to handle the reading/what I’m going to read. I’m torn between several small scenes or one big one. May have to resort to flipping a cantra piece.

Spent part of the day loading the apps I usually use on my phone to my Samsung tablet, where they will be larger, which — in theory — will help with this current bout of eyestrain.

I also made a couple more adjustments to the new toy. It did a very credible job of reading several chapters of Getting Rid of Bradley to me last night while I just laid in the dark with ninetyleben pounds of coon cat on me, eyes closed and listening. Rookie, predictably perhaps, has really bonded with Zach.

What else? Oh, Had an email from the owner of Oliver and Company who will be handling the sales table during my event, and it seems we Have A Plan. Always good to have a Plan.

Happy Hour was a touch early tonight, and now the cats have scattered. In solidarity, I have a glass of wine with me here at the computer, and my stomach is informing me that I need to rustle something up for dinner RSN.

Tomorrow starts a Warming Trend, with temps soaring into the mid-twenties and thence into the! thirties! By ghod, it’s practically summer!

Speaking of tomorrow, next week is going to be busy. Yes . . . busy.

Tomorrow, now that my knees and hips don’t hurt enough for me to notice, I’ll change out the cat boxes, only a couple days late.

Monday, first thing, I have a PT appointment. Tuesday morning, I have a haircut scheduled, and needlework in the evening; Wednesday, I need to visit the vampyres, which may be an excuse to have breakfast out; Thursday, I have a podiatry appointment, and I should probably go to the grocery somewhere in all of that. Friday morning Sarah comes by to clean, and in the afternoon, I want to go to the tea at the library. I have a pretty flowered skirt and a top hat, so clearly the sartorial part of the venture is well under control.

Tomorrow, I will also be starting my read of the WIP, so that’ll be fun.

And that? Is the state of affairs at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

Rabbit Hole Thursday Part II

And my tablet has arrived. Thank you, Robert of FedEx for ringing the bell, and wishing me a good day. Screen signed and package inside. 11:37 am

#
New tablet. OMG so cute!

Of course, I have no idea what I’m doing and I’ll need to find a translation for what the icons mean, but I repeat: OMG so cute!

Ahem.

So, after a brief, doting new-parent, delay, dinner is in the oven — a chicken breast patty with a slice of mozzarella on top, and crushed tomato sauce on top of that, under a tin foil hat in the oven.

Leftover peas for veggies, I think, and maybe a slice of bread.

Yeah, that sounds like lunch…
#
Well. Speaking of rabbit holes. I sat down with the Boox, which has made Many Assumptions about how people deal with their devices. I’ve managed to figure out how to annotate, which is, along with the e-ink tech, what I wanted the thing for, so that’s a plus. Having figured it out, I’m not sure how useful it will be, but it’s early days.

I increased the font, monkeyed with the refresh rates, got the stylus paired, and a bunch of all those other things that you do when you get a new device. I’m still a little hazy on what the symbols on the navigation bar mean, but I halfway solved that by changing them out for symbols that I recognize.

I’m baffled by the absence of what is to me a recognizable home screen, but there’s probably a way to finesse that, too. Later.

The biggest frustration so far is that the on-board manual ain’t on-board. It helpfully gives you an address where the document ought to be on the device, but it’s not there, and the web download instructions simply make no sense. Oh, and I just tried that address from this machine, and there isn’t a manual for the B&W Go-7, which would explain why it can’t be downloaded, hey?

Well.

Tomorrow is, they say, another day. However, I really can’t play with my new toy all day tomorrow. No, I mean that.

I did a second go-over of the tax questionnaire, but I didn’t make my phone call, so that’ll have to happen tomorrow.

The cats have been checking in on me. Tali has made it her habit to join me here in the business office after lunch, which is very pleasant. Rook usually checks in a couple times, but he really does love his basket back on Steve’s desk. It’s funny that Firefly will use the basket on my desk — last known as Trooper’s Basket — but neither of the new kids use it anymore, though they liked it a lot when Grandpa was still with us.

So, I guess that it’s for the day.

Everybody stay safe.

I’ll check in tomorrow.

Rabbit Hole Thursday

This never happens

#
Thursday. Sunny and cold.

Firefly came to join my in the comfy chair this morning, and spent some time gazing up into my face, and kneading, and rubbing her cheek on my hand, and offering her chin and belly for rubs. She’s never this demonstrative. After she had expressed her devotion, she curled up on my lap and went to sleep, which, yes, also never happens. She’ll sleep next to me on the couch or on the bed, but she hasn’t been a lap-sitter.

Needless to say, I spent an extended time in the chair, thinking thoughts, and trying just to Breathe. It was nice. She did finally stretch and jumped down, with a very high tail, and we both got something to eat.

Before I forget: Chocolate tea is much improved by a dash of half-and-half, but I think it will not become a favorite with me.

Today, I am on FedEx Watch. They’re being cagey, and will only say that the package is on a truck and will be delivered “today.” They usually come by between 11 and noon — in fact, yesterday’s note was left at 11:11, so — fingers crossed. I don’t, of course, dare to go into the back of the house or downstairs, but it’s not like I don’t have things to do.

. . . like go down the rabbit hole of new Motorola phones, because I have never bonded with the free Pixel 9 Pro. I mean, it’s a phone, and it does the phone-like things that I need done. It weighs too much, and it gulps down battery power like a chimp with a crate of bananas, but apparently all the new phones are power-hogs, and Seven! Days! Between! Charges! is a thing of the oh-so-long-ago.

I was briefly tempted by the Moto G Power, but — yanno, the Pixel works, and whatever it did yesterday to produce that spark of “Yanno? You can be replaced.” has already faded.

So, late getting started here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory — call it half a writer’s day off. I do very much need to call the CPA, and work on my talk for the Waterville Public Library in a couple weeks. And play with my new tablet if/when it arrives.

Realsoonnow, I’m going to have to start doing my read of the WIP, but that can wait another day or two. I also need to put some serious thought into how I expect to stay solvent after this contract is finished — that was one of the subjects Firefly and I touched on. She likes this house, as I do, and wanted to make sure I wasn’t thinking about moving. I’m not. I mean, yeah, it’s too big for one old woman and three cats, because ghosts don’t take up that much room, but the reasons for the house — this house (all on one level, in town, near shopping, the cats’ vet, and the not-exactly-a-hospital) — are still good. Plus the ghosts. Steve put a lot of care into making this a Lee-and-Miller History House.

So, that’s where I am at mid-morning.

How’s everybody doing?

More morning pics: