Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
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Summing up: shopping, switches and cables, freshstartwrite, ralmathon

It was a bad day for wakefulness.

Afternoon, votania and I went to her workplace to pick up her paycheck. We went to Fry's electronics and got a new cat-5 cable, as we were short one. Then we went to Sam's Club and got groceries, within the constraints of the screaming budget, as well as renewing the membership.

It turned out that the extra cable was ... well ... heh. Hehe.

Y'see, this-here is the network layout.

We've got the DSL modem on Tigereye; she's the gateway. Tigereye is hooked to switch #1 with (bright blue) cat-5. Switch #1 is in the East bedroom, as is Tigereye. Extending from switch #1 into the living room, a (bright green) cat-5 cable, pointing in the general direction of Neo (Red Hat Linux box with a defunct network card) and Sonofabitch (Neo's goddamn irrational mutant clone brother), neither of which are working. A short hop of (pale greyish-tan) cat-5 across the tiny hallway between the East and West bedrooms connects switch #1 with switch #2. Switch #2 is in the West bedroom, in front of/on top of a pile of Junque. The uplink cable between the two switches emerges from behind a bookshelf and out of said pile of Junque. A cat-5 cable (pale grey-tannish) proceeds from switch #2 (and, this bit is important) behind the pile of Junque and the bed and all that, over to marxdarx's computer.

Stick-figure diagram of active bits of network:

[tigereye] +---+ [switch1] +---+ [switch2] +---+ [marx's box]

Now, last night, Marx was having connectivity troubles, and eventually traced it to the cable on his machine: the plug at the end was hosed, having the two outside wires snapped. So, we unplugged that cable from his machine, left it in place, and scavenged the bright green cable from the living room. (This operation resulted in swearing, pinpricks, and chipped nail polish, because Sonofabitch's NIC was installed too deep, and there was an annoying bit of metal right in the way of where you would normally press down on the little bit of plastic that you press down on to release the plug, and I had to resort to using a pin to pry it down and get the plug loose.) Back in the West bedroom, I pulled the broken cat-5 cable out of switch #2, and plugged in the new green one.

Voila! The little light lit up, and there was connectivity between the switch and the computer.

And there was not connectivity between switch #2 and switch #1. God damn.

Now, had I been smart, I would have come to the obvious (and correct) conclusion. But no. "Goddammit, goddammit, god damn it FUCK!" I observed, and then (erroneously) declared, "It looks like that cable went too. Well, it was old." So, I went and got a new cable.

I'd unplugged the wrong freaking greyish-tannish cable. There was no link between switch #1 and switch #2. The business end of that cable was unplugged on switch #2's side, and the broken cable was still plugged in.

[tigereye] +---+ [switch1] +---?     [switch2] +===+ [marx's box]

Didn't I feel smart.

After all that, there still wasn't connectivity to the internet from Marx's box, even though it was connected correctly. I eventually traced the fault to Tigereye's not sharing the internet connection as she was supposed to, and smacked her around a bit. Bitch. ...Well, yeah, M$ Networking's fault, yeah.

While I was getting ready to go to the writing group, I heard the dulcet mellow tuneful musical vigorous strudent harsh evil evil tones of the kid across the way's new pennywhistle. I beckoned votania into the room, and told her to give a listen out the window. (I'd informed her of this development while on the shopping trip, and she'd been amused, and perhaps not quite believed.) Three blasts, and she was a believer. I told her how long this had been going on. She declared a very appropriate intent for later on in the evening, which intent I applauded.

After I got a shower, easalle came to pick me up for the writing group night. We had a new person there! Yay! The librarian discussed how she was going to be part-time now, and going to be studying more, and there was consequently a job opening, and she would be accepting resumés. When she mentioned that, I opened up my folder, and pulled out the extra copy I'd printed only yesterday when I'd made it for Career Development class. If it pulls through, it'll be a full-time library aide job at the women's center downtown.

We read, and had fun. One of the group members, the cheery one who reminds me of othercat on Perkium, had a brilliant idea about doing a round-robin something or other, and started off an interesting story with this ghost. I created freshstartwrite for the group; we should be collecting members.

On the way home, easalle's son was hyper and very, very silly. I may have given him a new vocabulary word. He might not remember it, though.

I came home. Mmm, family supper! Yay! Meatloaf, mixed veggies, biscuits, mushroom soup sauce stuff. Yum. Slightly burned biscuits, though.

After that, votania needed eggs in order to make cookies, so we headed for the store. She ran back for one last purchase while I loaded stuff in the car. She came back out in company with my dear big bro ralmathon. Yay! He came over. She gave him the tinned ham that had come with that $WINTERHOLIDAY gift box from her uncle. (We avoid pork, as it makes her puke.) He brought soda. We gave him cookies. marxdarx showed him some animations and games. I told him the story of Darkside's Halloween kiss. (Aww.)

It was a good day.

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