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I noticed that my site was extremely sluggish. 6-10 second page loads. So, very concerned, I emailed my host, wondering what error they had made that was affecting my site.
They responded (in about 2 minutes) mentioning that the site seemed to be loading quickly for them, and requesting a traceroute to help them figure the issue out.
I checked again, and it was loading normally. "Ha, I thought to myself. They fixed whatever it was and just don't want to admit their mistake."
Then I remembered that I had just emailed a 6 meg attachment to a printer. And... that... may... have... caused... the... problem...
Anyone else care to share a bonehead moment?
I just came back from Death Valley where I experimented with taking panaramic pictures. I had a series of nine pictures I was going to stitch together on my PC while I was working on my website.
The process took 42 minutes to complete, exhausted my swap file and brought my system to a crawl. I kept thinking about rebooting but figured the process was almost completed. It was like staring at a wall.
By the way, the output was a 150 meg file that could make a photograph 10 inches high and 39 inches long at 300 dpi.
Later that day a couple bowlers had a problem on their lane. One of the pins had slid over some and it was between two of the holes on the pin setter. So the pin setter was stuck(1).
"No problem" I said. I ran to the back of the lanes and turned their pin setter off. Then I crawled under the pin setter to free the pin. Laying on my side with one shoulder on the deck of the alley, under the pin setter, I had to kind of push up on the pin setter with my other shoulder while I hit the pin to free it(2).
Did I mention that the pin was the only thing holding up the pin setter?
Well, after the full weight of the pin setter came down on me, it took about 20 to 30 seconds for me to manage to wedge the pin back into place.(3)
After I crawled back out from under the deck and caught my breath, I then proceeded to clear the "out of range" in the correct manner.
As far as I know, nobody else knew it had happened. I never had the guts to ask how much one of the pin setters weighed (and nobody ever volunteered the info).
(1) The point at which most people would have realized what an "out of range" was.
(2) The point at which even an idiot would have wondered if this was such a good idea.
(3) The point at which I knew what an out of range was and knew that this had been a bad idea.
working at a bowling alley
Interesting idea, as it probably eliminates most of the jams. But the pins had a tendency to fall over as they were being placed. It made it a little hard to keep score.
"Look", I said, reaching around for a screwdriver with which to move the switch. "It works just like this."
Fortunately it turned out only the power supply was hosed. Unfortunately the only way of getting it repaired at the time was through a local Apple dealer...
Then there was the time when I was watching television and my wife came into the room and said something that I didn't hear. I absent mindedly pointed the remote at her and tried to "turn her up". The worst part of this was that she saw me doing so and told everyone we knew ...
... and I couldn't turn her down :(
explaining how PC power supplies work
I had just purchased a transformer, and was about to plug it into the wall in the classroom. I wanted to test the amperage, but at that time, I didn't understand what amperage was. I just wanted to see how many amps it would do. So, I connected the ammeter across the secondary coil.
The meter read 3 amps, and slowly rising. I of course didn't realize that it was a short circuit. A few seconds later, the transformer blew. I probably should have tested the voltage instead.
I ran the wheel off the board and was pulled off the plank by the weight of the mud in the barrow. I landed in the mud (real mud), hard. Other than having the breath knocked out of me I was fine. Except for the torment I had to endure for the rest of the summer. 'Hey, there goes the guy that thought he could walk on air'.
Long before I tried to walk on air, I offered to work at a dairy farm over Spring break because I thought the owner's daughter was really cute. 4:30 in the morning, every morning, getting slapped with manure-encrusted cow tails seemed a fair trade for getting to talk to his daughter every day.
The daughter I didn't see for those two weeks except when I left for the day. I caught a glimpse of her swimming in their pool, talking to her friends, etc. The day before Spring break ended, she was walking up the driveway as I was leaving for the day. She was immaculate and smelled fantastic. I was dirty, sweaty and disheveled. We spoke briefly and then she said, 'Well, if you weren't working for my dad the whole break you could have been swimming with me'.
I had my first Mac experience in '92. Up to then I had never seen a Mac, just PCs, or "IBM compatibles" as we used to call them at the time.
I wanted to copy a file from the Mac notebook onto a floppy, so I pushed a floppy in the notebook's floppy drive and dragged the file icon onto the floppy icon. Great. Easy enough.
Then I wanted to get the floppy out of the drive. But I could not find the button to release the floppy. I searched the whole darn notebook, but no go.
Finally, I went to one of the computer guys and told him that I could not get the floppy out of the drive. "No problem," he said. He straightened a paper clip and stuck it in the emergency release hole next to the slot where the floppy was in. Of course, the floppy came out straight away.
I was aghast. "Is THAT what you have to do every time you want to get a floppy out of a Mac?" I asked in disbelief.
He gave me a blank look and then it slowly dawned on him. "Uhmmm, you DID try it the normal way first, didn't you?"
He then showed me how to drag the floppy onto the trash bin symbol to release it from the drive.
PS.: To my credit, I must say that with all the hype of user friendlyness of Apple computers, this one struck me as really not logical. For me, the trash bin symbol was for DELETING, and I did not want to delete anything, did I?
PPS.: A comparable illogic can be found with Windows, where you have to click the START button to shut down the system.