THE MOTHER OF ALL BUTTLES

The “health” “plan” from my last job has still not paid any of the claims from February to March of this year.

Today I got a bill from a collection agency for an $800+ charge, now with added interest.

A month ago I spoke to a “rapid resolution expert” at the health plan who was shocked, shocked at the lack of payment and pressed lots of buttons and told me it would be resolved in 30 days.

Nothing was done.

Today I spoke to another “rapid resolution expert” who was even more shocked and promised me a written response in 48 hours and resolution within ten business days. He gave me a magic string of digits which supposedly will make the collection agency back off.

Once again let me observe that I am at the very top of the privilege ladder here, and I’m getting reamed really hard.

THE DAYTONA 500 MASTER RACE IS ON

“This number is very respected,” Earnhardt said. “Numbers have personalities. Numbers do talk. Numbers do kind of reach out and grab you. Some of the other options just didn’t do that.”

Junior’s taken the number 88, because his step-mom won’t give him Dad’s #8, and his grandfather had #88.

Comedy gold is about to ensue as NASCAR, Junior, and the press discover how much white supremacist neo-Nazi skinheads love that number.

The first time a gang of those guys dressed all in Juniorwear beats the hell out of gays/blacks/cops will be a fine moment for NASCAR, as they’re dragged back into the glorious past they’re trying to market their way out of.

thanks for the news item, trinnit!

L’ordinateur ne marche pas

The MacBook developed one of those great Permanent Vertical Lines on its display this evening. It’s a shimmering kind of emerald green a fifth of the way over from the right.

This means that I will have to spit ‘n’ shine up the laptop and remove the memory I put in it so I can go into the Apple Store and play “don’t ask don’t tell” about the fact that I actually use the thing, because the “geniuses” are instructed to deny service by any means necessary including mockery and insinuations of sabotage. If I have any luck, they’ll agree to fix it instead of declaring that I must have thrown it off the back of a horse because my wrist sweat corroded the unobtainium finish.

I’m tired of broken stuff. Especially when it’s stuff I need to survive, like wheels on my car or the only tool of my trade, and especially when it’s still in its prime and way before any problems are “expected.”

Grump!

That was tiresome.

Flat front left tire on the Long Beach Freeway in the beautiful city of Commerce this morning. Inconvenience; grime; noise; moderate danger; expense. Saving graces:

* The useful and free Freeway Service Patrol tow people, who rather than just taking me off the freeway so I could change my tire safely, changed the tire for me with high powered tools in about 90 seconds.

* Modern cars, which can take a front left tire blowout at highway seed without becoming the Grim Reaper’s Whirling Gondolas to Hell.

* Working spare.

Support Ticket #43942 (P0) (Network)

Folks,

Could someone in I.T. take a look at Diane’s PC. She’s out on vacation this week, but it’s been acting funny and no one on 8 West can print. Also, we stranded tens of thousands of people for a whole day and brought international travel to a halt and caused worldwide news. Whenever you stop by 8 West next could you check her pc? thanks

Guys if you could look at this right now it would be great.

(AP) LOS ANGELES The source of last weekend’s system breakdown at Los Angeles International Airport has been traced to a malfunctioning network interface card on a single desktop computer.

U.S. Customs officials say the card — — which allows computers to connect to a local area network — experienced a partial failure around 12:50 p.m. Saturday that had a domino effect with other computer network cards.

A total system failure occurred a little after 2 p.m., leaving more than 17,000 inbound international travelers stranded in the terminal or on airplanes because authorities were unable to screen them.

The malfunction prompted city and state leaders to request briefings and reports from customs and aviation officials.

The system was up and running again by 4 a.m. Sunday, but experienced a second 80 minute outage late Sunday into early Monday, which was blamed on a power supply failure.

Annals of Employment: PC Load Letter 2.0

Today I had to submit a financial form to the office. I work remotely, so I couldn’t just fill it out and drop it by the finance person’s office. The question was: how to get it there?

The form was an Acrobat PDF. Nowadays, many of these can be filled out as forms onscreen and then printed or emailed or faxed, making them easy to fill out and easy to read. Not this one. So the problem was: how to get it to the office without driving 50 miles in heavy traffic?

As I realized what was necessary, a tear rolled down my cheek.

I printed out the document and filled out both pages in black pen. Then I took them to the scanner/printer device at the other computer. I scanned each one in, which had to be done separately. The first go scanning them in greyscale produced an illegible grey smudge like a 1980s drugstore copy machine. I redid it at 48-bit RGB color and the greyscale document came out right. What the…?

Now I had two scanned-in .PDF documents, each one half of the previous .PDF document. I used Adobe Acrobat Pro to combine these into one document so that I could send it as one fax.

Now it was time to fax. This involved connecting to the other computer and using its modem as a fax printer. It should be simple, but it rarely works the first time. It’s never clear how to find the modem/fax/printer in the first place. Decisions about long-distance prefixes and area codes have to made by trial and error. Feedback from the computer sending the fax is almost nonexistent. To make the whole thing perfect, I was doing all of this over a wireless network.

Because of these things, the promise of faxing over the network with ease is a cruel lie. I walked back and forth at a ratio of five times per page trying to see the status of my fax, hear the fax modem dialing, figure out if it had been sent, etc. The first go was a failure because I’d been given the wrong fax number. The second try vanished ambiguously from my computer, but showed as “sent, okay” on the machine actually attached to the fax modem.

I decided that it had been sent, and fired off an email to the recipient, because of course anything can and will go wrong with the fax on the other end: paper jam, paper loss, toner failure, and inexplicable failure to receive a document or notify anyone that a problem has occurred.

Finally I sat down with relief to do some actual work. This was not to be. From the other room, I could hear an insistent beeping. Perhaps the fax modem hadn’t hung up? Sometimes they decide to stay on the line and one has to manually kill the connection.

I went into the other room to find the fax modem trying manfully to send the first fax, the one with the wrong number. I called up the dialog window to see fax jobs and deleted it. I went back to my desk. Three minutes later the beeping started. I marched into the other room and once again deleted the job. This time I stayed and watched. The same thing happened three more times.

Looking at other system preferences in desperation, I had to unlock one with my administrator password. A light suddenly shone upon me, and I saw the problem. Administrator privileges were required to remove a fax job. Sure enough, after I’d proved I was entitled, the fax job stayed removed. The system never told me that I wasn’t permitted to kill the bad fax without admin privileges: it just cheerfully removed and reinstated the bad fax job, forever.

Now I’m back at my desk, waiting for the email saying the fax was never received.

If anyone has extra peacock plume pens and pots of India ink, I’d be grateful for a loan. I have parchment and papyrus already.

Nas CAR

The headline NASCAR looking to expand into the hip-hop lifestyle should be enough, but the press release itself takes it all the way. Pullquotes of note below:

  • As for the messages and products in development specifically, Earnhardt said they will be dope because adidas “always keeps it clean.”
  • During the recent race weekend in Chicago, rapper and Chi-Town native Twista rolled to the club in a Red Bull painted NASCAR street ride to promote his new album Adrenaline Rush Oh-Seven which touts a NASCAR tie-in.
  • Over the years, the sport’s crossover into the urban demographic has been hit and miss, but today one could say it’s “On and Poppin’.”
  • Team Red Bull driver Brian Vickers, who has made appearances on MTV’s TRL, tried to do his thang with Bow Wow and throw up a paint scheme to promote the rapper’s music, however, nothing panned out but the two are said to be buds and Bow Wow has since been to a few NASCAR races.

It’s fresh and dope that they’ve discovered the 1985-era Run DMC Adidas phenomenon.

I hope they work their way forward to NWA soon!