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elfsSo, my fan started going all buzzy and noisy and I decided to replace it. I had the spare hanging around, after all. I thought I could take care of it in a half hour or so.
Which I would, if Omaha's new computer decided to let me f#$@ing print. As far as I can tell, everything's good: I have the right address, I'm sending to the right target, I'm sending passthrough postscript, it's actually making it to the print queue at the far end-- and it's crapping out on me. Which totally sucks.
And just as I was getting really frantic and emotional-- the fan went back to being nice and quiet. WTF?
Today was going so nicely, so the universe decided to mess with my head.
Which I would, if Omaha's new computer decided to let me f#$@ing print. As far as I can tell, everything's good: I have the right address, I'm sending to the right target, I'm sending passthrough postscript, it's actually making it to the print queue at the far end-- and it's crapping out on me. Which totally sucks.
And just as I was getting really frantic and emotional-- the fan went back to being nice and quiet. WTF?
Today was going so nicely, so the universe decided to mess with my head.
