Post 3959 - Saturday Night Stuff

Printers. I hate them.

I got the new-to-me Brother printer working earlier today, at least via wifi. I got it talking to the network in the house, and easily connected to it. Then, it goes into a "deep sleep" mode, and the wifi signal is not re-established when it "wakes up", unless you physically turn the printer off and then back on again. Which is silly, because if I am upstairs and the printer is downstairs, it means I have to go downstairs, do what I just stated has to be done, and then send the print job to it again. It is a silly arse thing to have to do.

Meanwhile, the vintage 2009 Samsung laser printer, hooked up to a computer via usb, just works, unless there is no paper in the tray, or the one or two times there has been a paper jam.   Bought it used in 2012, and it has been nearly nine years of nearly flawless service ever since. The only downside is that I have to make sure that the computer it is hooked up to, hereafter referred to as a print server, is up and running at all times. Since that has historically also been the media server, until it got too old to serve media, then this was not a big deal. 

I thought that having this Brother printer would fix that problem, but if it likes to take naps and go for long walks along the beach with its significant other, then it is not much good to me. 

I have a theory why the ethernet connection doesn't work, but if the "deep sleep" mode kicks in at any rate, then there is not much I can do. 

Rats.

Sorry for the foul language.

Other than that, it has been a quiet day. I washed the dishes to remove the perception that a hoarder lives in the kitchen. I found a more permanent solution about where to store our gift cards. I'm sure you would like to know where they are, but we must have some secrets, eh?

Oh, yes. One more thing.

I think I have a cold.

I am not sure what fresh tortures await me as I try use a CPAP machine whilst experiencing a cold. I don't know what will happen if I sneeze my head off with the mask on my face. Nothing pleasant, I am sure. It will be an interesting evening around here.

I think I will research how to deal with this issue.

Talk at you tomorrow.

Bevboy

I am a dog with a bone with these problems. I