Reinstalling bricks coupon printer
Need help, screwed up badly. Homebrew showing up on a factory reset Vita
2024.05.28 23:02 MamiLikesCake Need help, screwed up badly. Homebrew showing up on a factory reset Vita
I had followed vita.hacks.guide to a T.
I tried using StorageMGR to get my SD2Vita , but updating my config.txt got rid of all my homebrew apps. Ending up factory resettin, but my apps are still there. Worse yet, when I reinstall Henkaku, Vita Deploy boots into vita shell and there is only ux0 on my system.
Have I bricked my Vita?
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I tried using StorageMGR to get my SD2Vita , but updating my config.txt got rid of all my homebrew apps. Ending up factory resettin, but my apps are still there. Worse yet, when I reinstall Henkaku, Vita Deploy boots into vita shell and there is only ux0 on my system.
Have I bricked my Vita?
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2024.05.28 18:51 Ok_Painter6854 Brother PT-D600 driver error
Sharing out a PT-D600 label maker - PC connecting to it gets an error message saying incorrect driver. The local PC and shared PC both have the latest driver installed. Tried uninstalling and reinstalling the driver using the driver wizard with no results. Brother Tech Support says they won't support shared printer. Any ideas are welcome.
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2024.05.28 11:30 FloodLocke Mono-Chrome 3-in-1 Laser Printer
Purchasing a quality printer for home use.
I do not want a printer that needs a subscription Or an app. Preferably the printer could also use 3rd party toner.
Thank you All!
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What would you like to accomplish?
I want a monochrome 3-in-1 Laser printer that is grand for about 10-30 pages a week, that I can scan and copy with.I do not want a printer that needs a subscription Or an app. Preferably the printer could also use 3rd party toner.
Are there any models you are currently looking at?
Brother.Minimum Requirements:
- Budget: Cheaper the better but can splash out.
- Country: Ireland
- Color or black and white: Black and White
- Laser or ink printer: Laser
- New or used: new
- Multi-function: Scanning, Copying
- Duplex Printing: Not Necessary
- Home or business: Home
- Printing content: Text
- Printing frequency: 10-30 pages/week
- Pages per minute : Don't care
- Page size: a4
- Device printing from: Computer
- Connection type: WiFi or direct connection
Any other details:
Are there any printers that don't require me to subscribe or they will brick the use?Thank you All!
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2024.05.28 06:07 MrDirt How likely is there to be additional firmware updates?
Board firmware 1.1.5.1b and screen firmware 1.4.2 were released just over a year ago and the test firmware 1.1.5.1c & 1.4.3 were released in July 2023.
How likely are we to see continued updates and development of the firmware for these printers? Should I assume resources have been moved to the Neptune 4/other projects and further updates will only come if something happens that bricks the printers?
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How likely are we to see continued updates and development of the firmware for these printers? Should I assume resources have been moved to the Neptune 4/other projects and further updates will only come if something happens that bricks the printers?
2024.05.28 01:00 PoetaCorvi star TSP700ii receipt printer rejects paper rolls under a certain size (except for when it does not)
There are a lot of details to this issue, because I cannot find a consistent pattern in the issue, other than the size of the paper rolls the printer usually rejects.
The basic issue is that once receipt paper has reached about the last 1/5th of its size, the printer thinks it’s out of paper. The error will continuously flash orange, and receipts will not typically print, the computer will also say receipt paper is out.
But then sometimes it will print? It clearly has no issue physically printing, and sometimes an entire receipt will print in odd specific circumstances.
Will NOT print:
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The basic issue is that once receipt paper has reached about the last 1/5th of its size, the printer thinks it’s out of paper. The error will continuously flash orange, and receipts will not typically print, the computer will also say receipt paper is out.
But then sometimes it will print? It clearly has no issue physically printing, and sometimes an entire receipt will print in odd specific circumstances.
Will NOT print:
Typical receiptsWILL print:
When asked to reprint a receipt (and when asked to retry again after the error message)
Suspend receipts (short receipts, created when a transaction is paused); true both when first suspended and when asking to reprintI have tried:
The small piece of paper it spits out when calibrating after the printer is shut.
PART of typical receipts, ONLY when printing is cancelled. When asked to reprint (and to retry reprinting) it gives the no paper error, but when the printing is cancelled it prints the entire store copy and cuts it, then prints half of the customer copy and does not cut it.
When the transaction only produces one copy of a receipt (tested with a transaction that had a total of 0), there is no way to force printing, even when cancelling printing.
Turning it off and onI have NOT tried (would need to run any of these by a manager first):
Cleaning out any pieces of paper scraps caught in places (There was a lot, but removing it made no difference)
Visually checking for any electronic components that appear broken (I am not versed in electronics and easily could have missed something, I don’t know what exactly to look for)
Testing printing many, many times with low and full rolls (full paper rolls have no issue whatsoever).
Printing from a different computerNotes:
Completely unplugging and replugging it
Any examination that involves taking apart any components
Throwing it at the concrete and/or smashing it with a brick
All registers use the same printer model with the same kind of paper, only this printer has this problem.
The software used for transactions is the same on all computers; this register doesn’t have any unique software AFAIK.
2024.05.27 22:11 EternalOctopi Part 2: AITA For Blocking My Stalker...That's Also My Friend's Husband???
For Part 1, see this post here.
So here we are, Part Deux, Electric Boogaloo. Apologies to anyone that was offended by my breaking this up and posting it in two parts. It was the plan to do one post, but in my rambling it got longer than I expected, and I got tired, and my bed called....But surely now, in the daylight, with my coffee, I can get this finished.
When we last left off, my now ex - Brick - was being a shit friend that was also somehow finding time to flirt with me. In a attempt to get me to open the door back up to dating in the future, or at the very least give him some kind of praise, he tried to tell me how he was bettering himself (which mutuals that lived around him confirmed to me was BS). So my response to his messages was my sending him a link to Taylor Swift's music video for "We Are Never, Ever Getting Back Together."
When I say this man lost his s$%@, I mean he absolutely exploded on me. He called me every name he could think of including the kitchen sink. I shut down and tried to grey rock him - until he threatened to call animal control to have my animals removed, specifically my horses (For those who didn't read my first story, I'm an equestrian).
Firstly, I want to make it clear that I don't abuse or neglect my animals in anyway. But...I do live on a shoe string budget often. My critters eat better than I do. There have actually been times when they ate and I haven't. But I don't really have the best of anything for them equipment wise, and I use what I can to make do. This is especially true of my horses (guys, horses are EXPENSIVE) where I happen to have a lot of knowledge and a lot of second hand equipment. Given this and that I have impostor syndrome, I constantly worry that I'm not doing enough or taking good enough care of them - a fear I had of course told Brick while we were dating.
A fear he was now weaponizing against me in a threat.
Of course I blocked him. But not instantly. I think everyone has read enough of my life to understand that I am both 1) sarcastic and 2) petty. I understand myself well enough to know my biggest enemy is usually myself, and that my horses are fine - the fact that they are fat with slick and shiny coats yet I still worry about them proves I'm not neglectful (so I've been told, and I'm running with it!). So before I blocked him, I sent him multiple phone numbers. Numbers for animal control. Numbers for the sheriff. You know, just so he didn't have to look them up. Let him know their schedules. And I told him that I would be waiting all day for them to show, and would be showing them his messages so they would understand they had been used. And I let him know that if he went through with it, I would be looking to press charges for harassment. THEN I blocked him.
I did wait the next day to see if anyone showed up, but no one did. (I also got shamed a little for giving him all the info to call cops on me, but hell, I figured I had nothing to hide and he had everything to loose.) I talked to his spouse, Sunny about it, and....she sided with him. Believe it or not, she thought my sending the video link was rude and uncalled for. Okay....weird....
Then the messages started.
Brick had sock puppet accounts that he started messaging me from. Never anything good. Telling me I was a liar, untrustworthy...Again, everything inclduing the kitchen sink. And this was across multiple social media sites. I started getting notifications from TikTok, for example, that he was one of my "biggest viewers". Holy crap for crap, that was creepy. Of course, every time he sent me a message, I would block him again. But, you know. what really hurt was the fact that Sunny suddenly didn't have my back anymore. Looking back, I'm sure she was afraid...His anger at me probably got so extreme that she was afraid to go against him. I dunno. But I do know I got left out to dry while her husband decided to cyberstalk me.
Even when he started dating other people, he would apparently spend a good chunk of time talking crap about me to them. How do I know this? Two of those people became friends with me, and after they broke up told me what he would say. One of them broke up with him specifically because she was scared of the way he talked about me. Apparently he had threatened my life in a group chat once. Fun, right?
One day, Sunny messages me. She says Brick is mailing me a package. I say thanks, but no thanks. She says it's too late, it's already sent. Why???? "Well," she explains, "It's a few gifts you gave him while you were dating, and a letter. Also he wants a necklace he gave you back."
This is ridiculous. "Those things are his, I don't want them back. I don't want to hear from him ever again unless you or the kids are in trouble. As for the necklace, I will send it back on one condition: that he never contacts me again unless there's an emergency."
Sunny probably wasn't happy about being a middle man, but her husband put her in that position and I just rolled with it. He did end up agreeing to those terms.
The package he sent me did arrive...kinda. I got a notice that there was a packaged waiting for me, but guess what?? The postage WASN'T COMPLETELY PAID. I had to pay off the rest of the postage in order to receive it. I elected to Return to Sender instead.
As for his necklace, it was very lightweight so I wrapped it in a blank piece of printer paper for safety, put it in a standard envelope and sent it. I know he got it because this was apparently what spurred the threat on my life. From what I was told, he got it but hesitated opening it because he assumed there was a letter inside and he worked himself up over what I might have said. When I told his by that time ex that it was just a blank piece of paper I used so people couldn't hold the envelope to the light and see it was jewelry, she laughed and said he brought it on himself.
And once again, I want to tell you that the story ends here. It should end here. I mean, we made a deal, right? And honestly, he kept to it. For a really long time. Years even. Until....
Until this year. Lots of things have changed, but apparently Brick's obsession with me isn't one of them. For various reasons, Brick has a new name--but Brick isn't his actual name to begin with, so I'm gonna stick with Brick, because that's how thick headed he his. I'm am gonna switch pronouns to "they" though just to give you an idea of the life changes going on.
On my end, I've stopped using most social media except one...Well, stopped using it as myself. I try to remain fairly anonymous on other sites so I don't have to worry about situations like Brick happening again. But the one site I still have my original account on....Well, Brick has a new account. And they frickin' message me!
Here is the message they sent me. I'll admit I've edited this, but it's for privacy purposes. Everything else is intact.
*"I know that this is a long shot and i truly hope you don’t feel like this is a violation of your boundaries, but please believe me that i had to make an attempt to mend fences again . I strongly feel like the goddess is telling me to try .
I am truly , and deeply sorry for the things i said to you before . I was angry , and i was in pain and i lashed out . That is no excuse by any means . It’s a toxic trait that i had for many years , one i inherited from my father . I hate that aspect of myself and it’s one of the biggest things I’ve been working on .
I’ve been regularly seeing a Dr and a psychiatrist. I’ve been on antidepressants and anti anxiety medication steadily with no lapses for over a year. I am so much a different, better person than i used to be . I know i still have a way to go but i don’t even recognize the person i used to be anymore . "Sunny" and "Mutual Friend" and everyone who know me before constantly tell me how much I’ve grown and healed .
I know they are right because "Dead Name" could not have survived the last year . He would have fallen apart , become impossible to deal with , and probably turned to booze … which i have not . I haven’t had anything but an occasional glass or two of wine in over a year . …. Last summer my father and i had a knockdown drag out screaming and cursing fight on the phone after he sent a text message to "Oldest Son's Name" cussing my 16 year old son out. That was the last time i spike to my dad … he killed himself in October . [Insert more info about other family deaths - sorry, this additional info could make Brick identifiable.]
I have lost so much …and I’m terrified I’m going to lose my spouse . "Sunny's" health has been going downhill and we don’t know what’s wrong . We’ve been to so many doctors and still no answer. They haven't been able to work in almost a year … I’m trying my best to take care of this family and heal from my own trauma at the same time and I’m so overwhelmed and exhausted….
If you truly don’t ever want to speak to me again … if you can’t find forgiveness in your heart for stupid things I said that I never meant … then that is your choice and I know I have no choice but to respect it . I do hope and pray you can consider giving the new and better me a chance … as a friend . That’s all. That is all I ask . I will probably love you until the day I die but I know sunken ships don’t sail …. I want more than anything for you to be able to be part of mine and "Sunny's" second wedding . You were such a part of the first … it seems so right for you to be there... "Sunny" misses you . The kids miss you . I miss you . I just miss my friend ."*
I really, REALLY wanted to give Brick a piece of my mind after I got this. Instead, I asked my friends what I should do. This felt very manipulative to me. If Sunny wanted me, they/she knew how to contact me. Same for the kids. Using them to twist my feelings instantly angered me. And while I felt bad for Brick's losses, well....that wasn't really my problem anymore. One can be empathetic and guarded at the same time. The last paragraph pretty much told me all I needed to know: Brick hadn't actually changed at all.
Friends, including a couple of mutuals, suggested I just block and not respond at all. So I did. I had hoped that would be the end of it, that maybe they would keep their word. Haha, what foolish thinking.
I never blocked their number. My condition had always been that they could reach out in case of emergency so I did leave that line of communication open. Oh, what a fool I was. Like clockwork, every couple of days, a text would come through. "You can hold a grudge until the end of time, but who you're really hurting is your friend" (meaning Sunny, who can reach out to me independently). "It's okay, you may not forgive me, but I forgive you for all the abuse you put me through." (Brah, what abuse? The time I called you a wuss?)
Hell no, I wasn't playing this game again. So I finally blocked Brick's number too.
Everything has been quiet for about 3 months now. Is it really over this time? I sure hope so. I don't actually worry about Brick showing up and physically harming me - I do still live several states away. But I would like to install a camera system before the end of the year just for peace of mind. I am fairly certain mine and Sunny's relationship is damaged severely though, and likely won't be repairable as long as the two of them are together. And to be honest, I don't see Sunny leaving Brick as long as there are minors in the house or Sunny's health is poor. I'm still friends with Sunny on social media though and Sunny has multiple ways of reaching out to me....I just know she won't.
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So here we are, Part Deux, Electric Boogaloo. Apologies to anyone that was offended by my breaking this up and posting it in two parts. It was the plan to do one post, but in my rambling it got longer than I expected, and I got tired, and my bed called....But surely now, in the daylight, with my coffee, I can get this finished.
When we last left off, my now ex - Brick - was being a shit friend that was also somehow finding time to flirt with me. In a attempt to get me to open the door back up to dating in the future, or at the very least give him some kind of praise, he tried to tell me how he was bettering himself (which mutuals that lived around him confirmed to me was BS). So my response to his messages was my sending him a link to Taylor Swift's music video for "We Are Never, Ever Getting Back Together."
When I say this man lost his s$%@, I mean he absolutely exploded on me. He called me every name he could think of including the kitchen sink. I shut down and tried to grey rock him - until he threatened to call animal control to have my animals removed, specifically my horses (For those who didn't read my first story, I'm an equestrian).
Firstly, I want to make it clear that I don't abuse or neglect my animals in anyway. But...I do live on a shoe string budget often. My critters eat better than I do. There have actually been times when they ate and I haven't. But I don't really have the best of anything for them equipment wise, and I use what I can to make do. This is especially true of my horses (guys, horses are EXPENSIVE) where I happen to have a lot of knowledge and a lot of second hand equipment. Given this and that I have impostor syndrome, I constantly worry that I'm not doing enough or taking good enough care of them - a fear I had of course told Brick while we were dating.
A fear he was now weaponizing against me in a threat.
Of course I blocked him. But not instantly. I think everyone has read enough of my life to understand that I am both 1) sarcastic and 2) petty. I understand myself well enough to know my biggest enemy is usually myself, and that my horses are fine - the fact that they are fat with slick and shiny coats yet I still worry about them proves I'm not neglectful (so I've been told, and I'm running with it!). So before I blocked him, I sent him multiple phone numbers. Numbers for animal control. Numbers for the sheriff. You know, just so he didn't have to look them up. Let him know their schedules. And I told him that I would be waiting all day for them to show, and would be showing them his messages so they would understand they had been used. And I let him know that if he went through with it, I would be looking to press charges for harassment. THEN I blocked him.
I did wait the next day to see if anyone showed up, but no one did. (I also got shamed a little for giving him all the info to call cops on me, but hell, I figured I had nothing to hide and he had everything to loose.) I talked to his spouse, Sunny about it, and....she sided with him. Believe it or not, she thought my sending the video link was rude and uncalled for. Okay....weird....
Then the messages started.
Brick had sock puppet accounts that he started messaging me from. Never anything good. Telling me I was a liar, untrustworthy...Again, everything inclduing the kitchen sink. And this was across multiple social media sites. I started getting notifications from TikTok, for example, that he was one of my "biggest viewers". Holy crap for crap, that was creepy. Of course, every time he sent me a message, I would block him again. But, you know. what really hurt was the fact that Sunny suddenly didn't have my back anymore. Looking back, I'm sure she was afraid...His anger at me probably got so extreme that she was afraid to go against him. I dunno. But I do know I got left out to dry while her husband decided to cyberstalk me.
Even when he started dating other people, he would apparently spend a good chunk of time talking crap about me to them. How do I know this? Two of those people became friends with me, and after they broke up told me what he would say. One of them broke up with him specifically because she was scared of the way he talked about me. Apparently he had threatened my life in a group chat once. Fun, right?
One day, Sunny messages me. She says Brick is mailing me a package. I say thanks, but no thanks. She says it's too late, it's already sent. Why???? "Well," she explains, "It's a few gifts you gave him while you were dating, and a letter. Also he wants a necklace he gave you back."
This is ridiculous. "Those things are his, I don't want them back. I don't want to hear from him ever again unless you or the kids are in trouble. As for the necklace, I will send it back on one condition: that he never contacts me again unless there's an emergency."
Sunny probably wasn't happy about being a middle man, but her husband put her in that position and I just rolled with it. He did end up agreeing to those terms.
The package he sent me did arrive...kinda. I got a notice that there was a packaged waiting for me, but guess what?? The postage WASN'T COMPLETELY PAID. I had to pay off the rest of the postage in order to receive it. I elected to Return to Sender instead.
As for his necklace, it was very lightweight so I wrapped it in a blank piece of printer paper for safety, put it in a standard envelope and sent it. I know he got it because this was apparently what spurred the threat on my life. From what I was told, he got it but hesitated opening it because he assumed there was a letter inside and he worked himself up over what I might have said. When I told his by that time ex that it was just a blank piece of paper I used so people couldn't hold the envelope to the light and see it was jewelry, she laughed and said he brought it on himself.
And once again, I want to tell you that the story ends here. It should end here. I mean, we made a deal, right? And honestly, he kept to it. For a really long time. Years even. Until....
Until this year. Lots of things have changed, but apparently Brick's obsession with me isn't one of them. For various reasons, Brick has a new name--but Brick isn't his actual name to begin with, so I'm gonna stick with Brick, because that's how thick headed he his. I'm am gonna switch pronouns to "they" though just to give you an idea of the life changes going on.
On my end, I've stopped using most social media except one...Well, stopped using it as myself. I try to remain fairly anonymous on other sites so I don't have to worry about situations like Brick happening again. But the one site I still have my original account on....Well, Brick has a new account. And they frickin' message me!
Here is the message they sent me. I'll admit I've edited this, but it's for privacy purposes. Everything else is intact.
*"I know that this is a long shot and i truly hope you don’t feel like this is a violation of your boundaries, but please believe me that i had to make an attempt to mend fences again . I strongly feel like the goddess is telling me to try .
I am truly , and deeply sorry for the things i said to you before . I was angry , and i was in pain and i lashed out . That is no excuse by any means . It’s a toxic trait that i had for many years , one i inherited from my father . I hate that aspect of myself and it’s one of the biggest things I’ve been working on .
I’ve been regularly seeing a Dr and a psychiatrist. I’ve been on antidepressants and anti anxiety medication steadily with no lapses for over a year. I am so much a different, better person than i used to be . I know i still have a way to go but i don’t even recognize the person i used to be anymore . "Sunny" and "Mutual Friend" and everyone who know me before constantly tell me how much I’ve grown and healed .
I know they are right because "Dead Name" could not have survived the last year . He would have fallen apart , become impossible to deal with , and probably turned to booze … which i have not . I haven’t had anything but an occasional glass or two of wine in over a year . …. Last summer my father and i had a knockdown drag out screaming and cursing fight on the phone after he sent a text message to "Oldest Son's Name" cussing my 16 year old son out. That was the last time i spike to my dad … he killed himself in October . [Insert more info about other family deaths - sorry, this additional info could make Brick identifiable.]
I have lost so much …and I’m terrified I’m going to lose my spouse . "Sunny's" health has been going downhill and we don’t know what’s wrong . We’ve been to so many doctors and still no answer. They haven't been able to work in almost a year … I’m trying my best to take care of this family and heal from my own trauma at the same time and I’m so overwhelmed and exhausted….
If you truly don’t ever want to speak to me again … if you can’t find forgiveness in your heart for stupid things I said that I never meant … then that is your choice and I know I have no choice but to respect it . I do hope and pray you can consider giving the new and better me a chance … as a friend . That’s all. That is all I ask . I will probably love you until the day I die but I know sunken ships don’t sail …. I want more than anything for you to be able to be part of mine and "Sunny's" second wedding . You were such a part of the first … it seems so right for you to be there... "Sunny" misses you . The kids miss you . I miss you . I just miss my friend ."*
I really, REALLY wanted to give Brick a piece of my mind after I got this. Instead, I asked my friends what I should do. This felt very manipulative to me. If Sunny wanted me, they/she knew how to contact me. Same for the kids. Using them to twist my feelings instantly angered me. And while I felt bad for Brick's losses, well....that wasn't really my problem anymore. One can be empathetic and guarded at the same time. The last paragraph pretty much told me all I needed to know: Brick hadn't actually changed at all.
Friends, including a couple of mutuals, suggested I just block and not respond at all. So I did. I had hoped that would be the end of it, that maybe they would keep their word. Haha, what foolish thinking.
I never blocked their number. My condition had always been that they could reach out in case of emergency so I did leave that line of communication open. Oh, what a fool I was. Like clockwork, every couple of days, a text would come through. "You can hold a grudge until the end of time, but who you're really hurting is your friend" (meaning Sunny, who can reach out to me independently). "It's okay, you may not forgive me, but I forgive you for all the abuse you put me through." (Brah, what abuse? The time I called you a wuss?)
Hell no, I wasn't playing this game again. So I finally blocked Brick's number too.
Everything has been quiet for about 3 months now. Is it really over this time? I sure hope so. I don't actually worry about Brick showing up and physically harming me - I do still live several states away. But I would like to install a camera system before the end of the year just for peace of mind. I am fairly certain mine and Sunny's relationship is damaged severely though, and likely won't be repairable as long as the two of them are together. And to be honest, I don't see Sunny leaving Brick as long as there are minors in the house or Sunny's health is poor. I'm still friends with Sunny on social media though and Sunny has multiple ways of reaching out to me....I just know she won't.
2024.05.27 21:30 Ornafulsamee New PC Tomahawk B650 7800X3d getting freezes with no BSOD
Hello I just setup a new PC 2 weeks ago and since 3 days ago I get these random freeze happening between 5 min to an hour after booting. Played high load for 2 weeks and now it freeze in game or just on the desktop randomly.
Regarding the freezes : the audio cuts off, screen freeze, nothing works, can't CTRL ALT DEL, system restart if not disabled in the settings (which I ended up doing hoping for a log but nope). Once the audio didn't stop short but instead seemed to die off with plenty of lag for about 1 or 2 seconds.
I also got one during BIOS flashing (thought I bricked the MB) and simply in the BIOS trying to find some stuff to fiddle with, did not mess with voltage or OC stuff.
Ran a bunch of OCCT tests with no errors to show, monitoring mode shows nothing weird upon restarting.
No singular error in the event logger, just the kernel 41 one over and over.
Reinstalled windows clean, drivers, didn't worked.
Disabled global C State and changed some stuff in BIOS, nothing is overclocked, all is stock, happened with older BIOS and the latest stable one.
No EXPO or XMP enabled. I didn't install anything or did any modification before the freezes that could explain them.
Checked the RAM 1 by 1, changed slots. Unplugged GPU entirely, uninstalled AMD drivers, disabled IGPU, and probably others things I've forgot.
Put the PSU on another computer (couldn't use my previous one on this build unfortunately) and he was fine.
I'm kinda out of ideas so I'm gonna RMA the motherboard, should I also RMA the PSU or even the CPU ? I can't really test another CPU or PSU but I know it's one of them doing that but I can't be sure.
PSU is a corsair 850RMX, 7800X3D, TOMAHAWK B650 wifi, GPU is a 4800S. 32GB Corsair RAM. NVME 980 2TB.
I'm already pretty decided after spending 2 days trying to diagnose this but IDK maybe you guys have some ideas. Also should I go for MSI again or should I try another brand ?
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Regarding the freezes : the audio cuts off, screen freeze, nothing works, can't CTRL ALT DEL, system restart if not disabled in the settings (which I ended up doing hoping for a log but nope). Once the audio didn't stop short but instead seemed to die off with plenty of lag for about 1 or 2 seconds.
I also got one during BIOS flashing (thought I bricked the MB) and simply in the BIOS trying to find some stuff to fiddle with, did not mess with voltage or OC stuff.
Ran a bunch of OCCT tests with no errors to show, monitoring mode shows nothing weird upon restarting.
No singular error in the event logger, just the kernel 41 one over and over.
Reinstalled windows clean, drivers, didn't worked.
Disabled global C State and changed some stuff in BIOS, nothing is overclocked, all is stock, happened with older BIOS and the latest stable one.
No EXPO or XMP enabled. I didn't install anything or did any modification before the freezes that could explain them.
Checked the RAM 1 by 1, changed slots. Unplugged GPU entirely, uninstalled AMD drivers, disabled IGPU, and probably others things I've forgot.
Put the PSU on another computer (couldn't use my previous one on this build unfortunately) and he was fine.
I'm kinda out of ideas so I'm gonna RMA the motherboard, should I also RMA the PSU or even the CPU ? I can't really test another CPU or PSU but I know it's one of them doing that but I can't be sure.
PSU is a corsair 850RMX, 7800X3D, TOMAHAWK B650 wifi, GPU is a 4800S. 32GB Corsair RAM. NVME 980 2TB.
I'm already pretty decided after spending 2 days trying to diagnose this but IDK maybe you guys have some ideas. Also should I go for MSI again or should I try another brand ?
2024.05.27 20:59 x_Swamp_Thing_x I don't understand what I'm doing wrong
I got an 80gb zune that was bricked. I checked and it was the battery. I replaced it and it successfully charged. I bought an SSD 128 from the upgrades section. And now I have the "contact support" warning. I followed everything per the instructional links and pics provided. I uninstalled the zune from the PC and reinstalled.
Any help please?
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2024.05.27 20:30 Rocknocker It takes *balls* to roll in Rock’s league. Part 2.
Continuing…
They all know who I am and as they say “RHIP”, or rank has its privilege. They’re all Oil Patch and know that I’ve been around the block a few times, handle explosives with the greatest of ease, and ran more rigs and drilled more meters than most of them have had hot dinners.
All salt of the earth types. I just lay a few ground rules; such as no firearms, no excessive drinking and if there’s a major problem, they come to see me first. These guys are true Oil Patch and guarantee me that all shall be done as I require.
Besides, I’ll be running the Bowling Ball Bingo show and the only one with access to explosives. They know all about field explosives and are as wary of it as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. That I can handle the stuff with deft and aplomb, they both respect and admire that.
“It’s good to be the king”, I think, recalling a line from a favorite Mel Brook’s movie.
I’ve got the guys off setting up the checkerboard for bowling ball bingo.
“Y’know”, I said after a week or so of farting around designing and building everything, “We’ve not had a shakedown on the punt guns (bowling ball mortars)”.
“That’s right.”, Kit agreed. I toss him my truck keys and he and half the guys take off to Madden’s place to pick-up the cannons so we might test them.
Earlier, I figured that each square of the 8×8 matrix I’m working on could be 1 meter square. However real BINGO numbers go to 75, so I’d have to use an odd shape, like 5×15 target area.
First, we need to see how the cannons are going to work.
Luckily, I’ve got a lockbox in the bed of my truck. In there I have a nice little selection of black and gun powder, dynamite (40-50-60-70% Herculene Xtra-Fast), some bricks of C-4, RDX, PETN and the usual assortment of blasting caps, cannon fuse, variable millisecond delay caps, blasting cap super-boosters, a couple of galvanometers, as well as a few handheld and floor-model detonators.
Some combination of these should put the bowling ball up in a ballistic trajectory where it’ll come down somewhere on the grid. That area will be flagged and the number read out by the guys who will be riding quads out in the field. I’ve researched the innumerable types of games one can play with bingo (remembering to order the Bingo Cards), and chosen 4 to be run, to keep it somewhat simple. We have to determine the cost of cards and the types of payouts.
I’ll run by and see Father Rivera at the local Catholic Church. He should be a fountain of bingo knowledge. He was helpful to the idea that each cash payout had to be larger than the last, so plan accordingly.
The guys show up with the finished cannons, all painted a different color (red, green, blue and black) and half a trailer full of slightly scorched bowling balls.
We use a boom arm off the Cat to pick up the cannons and site them sort of where we plan to put the ‘shooting gallery’. I walk back from my truck with an assortment of explosives and explosive paraphernalia.
“School’s about to commence, guys. Gather ‘round.”, I say to all present.
I go through about an hour’s worth of explanation and discourse on the care and feeding of explosivores. I show what small samples of every explosive I carry does in both confined and unreconstructed areas.
I do think I got their attention when I made a full 40-ounce beer bottle simply disappear with the addition of one of my home-brew binary liquids.
Don’t worry. It was just Old English Malt Liquor. No great loss.
I supervised the setting up of a cannon with some black powder. We could ignite electrically or just use some cannon fuse.
“Cannon fuse? What do you use that for?”
“My cannons.”
Obviously.
So, I estimated that a half-pound of Fourxxxx would give the first ball the proper trajectory. We aligned the thing the best we could (as it had no sights, this was being done solely by seat-of-one’s-pants trial and error), charged the cannon, added a projectile and made certain it was seated snugly, but not too tightly. We ran over the full-fledged Safety Dance, cleared the compass, tootled the area with our airhorns and at the count of FIRE!
I had Kit light the ceremonious first fuse.
“K-BLAMMMM!”
Not too bad. Except we overshot the grid by ~550 yards and the only way we could estimate the landing area of the bowling ball was by the splash and irritated trout of the Lower San Juan River.
“And that, my friends,” I said seriously, “Is why you have dry runs and an open firing range.”
The rest of the day was taken up with both testing different combinations of explosives and recording the results. We had a couple of quad bikes on loan from the local sand rail company, so I had the guys take turns going out, running down the ball’s landing zone and calculating the distance and accuracy.
Around ball number 12, we were getting consistent results with both C-4 and PETN. All it took was a bit of gimbaling on the cannon’s major axis and we had the problem well in hand and the cannons dialed in pretty damn well.
I figured to make a buck or two extra, we could charge folks a small donation to tilt the cannon one direction or another and maybe, charge them for upping or reducing the charge volume.
“Step right up, folks”, I can imagine, “Drop a dollar for a degree and a fiver for the charge.”
Thinking that if people were really watching their cards, they’d want any sort of edge to get that final number, especially with a growing jackpot.
We had contracted one of the electrical shops in town to build a tote-board 5×15 with the letters BINGO alight. That way, people could see where we were hitting, what numbers were officially “off the board” as we’d light a LED on that particular square and where they might shift a cannon to hit one or more preferred numbers.
We also devised a ruler, of sorts, that was divided into quarters. Any question of the bowling ball impacted in one number or another, we’d employ the divider. Whichever had the greatest coverage, well, that was the number.
This was set up in the rules beforehand and posted at the shooting gallery and other areas around the park.
Since this was to be a more-or-less charitable event, we had to figure out the cost for parking (turned out to be free), cost of various beers (between $1 and $4), our take from the food court (we decided on 25%), how much to pay security (the voted and did it for free beer of which my say was absolute), and various other things like “which charity?”
Most everyone was donating some time or effort or materials, so no one wanted any pay other than free admittance. We even had a couple of farmers almost come to loggerheads as to who could provide a more elegant petting zoo.
The organizers held a conclave and decided that the bulk of the funds accrued would go to the local kid’s sports collective. Another chunk of change was to go to the recently closed (for financial reasons) public natatorium in town to get it back up to specs and operating, as well as another portion going to the Oilfield Widows and Orphans fund, and the last going to the library to update their rather meager collections.
What we didn’t expect that once word got out about out little plan, that more of the local businessmen wanted space in the park to peddle their wares.
Their wares being CBD, pot, edibles, and other such botanicals in this most enlightened state.
We said “Sure, but we don’t have a lot of room. We never expected this sort of interest”.
To which, they replied that they don’t need a whole lot of room and would set up between the already established vendors.
The upshot was “Fine. Come one, come all. Just check to see if this is all legal and come on down. First come, first served.”
It was all taking shape, and we even found a printer in town that would print up posters for the soiree and help with their distribution.
We actually had to turn away vendors of such things as mobile phones, double-glazed windows and gutter cleaning services.
We had run down all the legalities when Zach mentioned that his cousin was a local police officer, and that we should let them know of out plans.
“Sure”, I said, “Why not?”
We still had a section of dying trees that needed attention so one bright and early Thursday morning, everyone assembled over by the trees and the old tree cemetery that probably extended back centuries.
I started in by knocking down a couple of ancient, though riddled, elms. These were big trees, some 1.5 meters in diameter, 100’ tall and heavier than a whore’s conscience. Even with the renovated Cat, they were just too massive and uncooperative to drop and get horizontal.
“Alf”, I said, tossing him my keys, “Go bring my truck over. We’re going to have to change tactics here a bit.”
He was back within minutes, and was wondering what I was now pulling out of my truck’s lockbox.
I produced a 2-cycle gas-operated SkilDrill, complete with Forestry Suppliers extendable drill/augecore bits.
It fired up almost instantly and I instructed where to drill on the old trees to best facilitate the reception of a few sticks of the detonating chemical persuasion.
Kit worked the dozer on some of the outlying trees, and even with its new overhaul, it just couldn’t quite muster up enough oomph to shift some of the larger trees.
While some of the still standing Live Oak were larger than the poor, afflicted elms.
“Better living through chemistry”, I snickered.
I charged and primed a couple of the larger trees and a couple of the more ancient stumps. I wanted shattering, detonating explosions, so I went with liquid binaries (an old Moldovan recipe) on the stumps and a combination of RDX and PETN on the still standing, though leaning, elms.
I decided that this was the place that fuses would be best used. I wanted the binaries to fire first and then, the elms and their charges.
Kit and crew took off in my truck and parked a good 750 meters away. I had an idling quad as I set to the business of lighting off various fuses in their proper sequence.
Just as I lit the final fuse, I jumped, well, got in a hurry, on the quad. I headed for Kit and the crew when I see a number of local constabulary and their new cruisers headed my way. If they didn’t abort soon, we’d intersect at a point less than 100 meters from ground zero.
Not good.
So, I drove at full tilt towards them and waving like a madman, convinced them to reverse and perhaps not park so close to a few hundred tons of afflicted, and smoldering, wood.
We rendezvous over by my truck, with Kit and crew hunkered down on the lee side. I yelled for the cops to do likewise. An errant 250-pound piece of dead oak or elm tree could certainly muss up one’s day.
There were 5 of them and they were all carping about how we didn’t do this or have that when suddenly, everybody standing lost their footing.
“Great!”, I exclaimed, “Those binaries work a treat!”
The police were just about to get up and dust themselves off when there was a series of mighty roars, all being liberated at over 19,000’ per second from my handy-dandy RDX-PETN mixtures.
“That’s six”, I said as I stood, “That’s all of them”.
I grabbed some binoculars and looked to the west. There were several large smoking holes, several huge hunks of tree stumps and not a single tree left upright.
“It worked great!”, I said to Kit and crew. “Beats hacking away with chainsaws, especially in this weather.”
“Who is responsible for all this?” one of the cops I didn’t recognize said apoplectically.
“That would be me”. I said and extended a hand for a manly handshake.
“And who the hell are you”, he asked.
Kit, the crew and the rest of the cops looked at him like he sprouted cabbages.
“I am Doctor Rocknocker. BS, MS, MS again, PhD, DSC and holder of International Master Blasters Certifications. Want to see the paperwork?” I asked, slightly huffed.
“Oh, ah. No”, He sputtered. “We were told to come over here and get a briefing on what you all were planning.”
“Or you could have gone to city hall and view the documents there.” I said, slightly perturbed.
“You plan to do this for your upcoming festival?” He asked.
“No”, I replied, “we’re using much smaller punt guns to launch bowling balls.”
“Then what was that?” he exclaimed as he pointed to the still smoldering pile of trees.
“That”, I replied, “Is my partial payment to the landowner here for use of his property.”
I stayed to chat with the police, as Kit and the crew took the Cat over to see what they could move around now.
Everything turned out fine, as they missed my red warning flags indicating that I was planning on doing some blasting.
“Gents”, I said, “Are you not trained in the finer points of high explosives?”
Then there was the issue of the SIDE TRIP.
Es and I were going to take a day or 5, go down to Mexico and procure the opening/closing fireworks
Dramatic carsone: My truck: 2023 Dark Red (Burgundy) Dodge Ram 3500. Cap for bed. AKA: “The Pig”.
Es’ car: 1997 Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet Value: AKA: “The Brown Bitch”.
Es was growing tired of her old Porsche. Especially when I was off in my truck doing oilfield things and she had to stuff 250 pounds of recalcitrant Khan into her car for a quick vet trip.
“But you always told me you wanted a Porsche.” I complained.
“Yeah”, Es replied, “I did, but that was then. This in now. You’re gone a lot and I need a bigger vehicle.”
“OK”, I replied, “Your call. What are you looking at?”
“Well”, Es smiled, “There’s this Old Cutlass that I’ve had my eye on...”
I looked at the Internet ad.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus...
Look, I may be a Boomer Gearhead, but my wife eclipses that many-fold.
She’s looking at a fucking serious muscle car.
I got over muscle cars when I blew the 401CI V-8 out of my ‘77 Gremlin years ago.
Now I look for heavy duty, relative large comfort, and ability to haul tons of stuff.
So, off we went to Erdemont, OK.
We found the owner of the car out in the depths of an ancient barn. It appeared he had lived here his entire life.
“You want to be looking at my Olds?” He inquired.
“Yeah”, I replied, “My wife wants to step up from her old Porsche.”
He went over and inspected Es’s car.
For some reason, it was a cream-puff he had to have.
I told Es to go look at his other cars. I needed room to schmooze.
He wanted $105k for the Olds.
He would give $85k for Brown Bitch.
He dropped to $90k and upped BB to $90k.
I lit a cigar and produced a bottle of Kentucky Rye whiskey.
An hour later, we swapped pink slips.
Es is still over the moon.
In case you’re wondering, here’s the details on Es’s new ride: 1984 Hurst/Olds Cutlass: Blocked and blueprinted 455 CI V8, Offenhauser heads/valve covers/blower riser, Jahn’s racing pistons, 4.526-inch bore and 4.75-inch stroke cam, Series 08/61 S/S Crager rims, Mickey Thompson Sportsman S/R 17130QT 325-50D-15 radial ‘RunHot’ DOT Tires, Holley Double Pumper twin 4-barrel carbs, twin Precision on-demand turbos, +36 psi boost, NOX system, and Wilwood racing brakes.
The car’s V-8 dynos at 873 horsepower and around 777 pound-feet of torque. Hurst Lightning Rods Triple Shifter: far right performs the shift from first to second gear. To get up to third gear, use the middle lever. Or leave the lever on the far left in either “D” for Drive or “OD” for Overdrive. One lever could get the job done with the four-speed overdrive automatic; but where’s the fun in that?
It sports “47 coats of hand-rubbed Candy Grape deep purple” lacquer. Button-tucked custom chrome-gray leather interior.
“Deep Purple”. Its new moniker.
Plus it sports an 8-track player.
It was the 8-track player that pushed me over the line.
So, we are now cruising from Oklahoma at near warp-speed towards the Mexican border.
“Are you really this tired of life or are you just seeing what this thing will do?” I asked as we passed a defunct Weigh Station at 123 mph.
“I’m just trying to sort this all out”, Es smiled a mile wide. “Hang on, I’m going to hit the blowers...”
Very much of the scenery between Oklahoma and Mexico passed as a painted blur.
“Pulled out of San Pedro late one night.
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright.
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still.
Now I thought she'd lost all sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
I said "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots."
We passed an ICE immigration post at 147 miles per hour; the car purring like a Cheshire Cat with a deep, dark secret.
“Es, darling. Could we slow down a bit?” I implored.
“Well, OK”, Es replied. “Spoilsport. I never got the second turbo to kick in...”
Remind me to phone Geico when we return home and up our policies…
Down in Mexico, we purchased enough ordnance to stockpile a third-world nation. If fact, the trunk was so full, we put the spares in the backseat. We then lined the backseat with more aerials, ground effects and boomer-busters than should be allowed.
It took some serious talking and hand-outs to get back into the US.
“No, really”, I explained. “It for my research. Into seismic events. In the San Juan Basin.”
“No, really”, I explained, “I am globally fully certified Class-A explosives expert.”
“No, really”, I explained, “I’m just getting supplies for the Fourth of July.”
Well, that didn't work worth a shit, so I slipped them a couple of new Benjamins and the next thing you know, we’re in Truth or Consequences dawdling over a breakfast of enchiladas, burritos and smothered tacos.
Now, driving home from Mexico to New Mexico with fireworks can be a thrilling yet potentially risky endeavor. So what if you take a few risks? That’s where the fun is…
Anyways, it's more or less essential to be aware of the regulations regarding transporting fireworks across borders, as they can vary between countries and states.
Here are some key points to consider:
Legal Regulations: Make sure you're aware of the laws regarding fireworks in both Mexico and New Mexico. Transporting certain types of fireworks may be restricted or even prohibited. However, this doesn’t apply if you’re certified internationally and well known in this part of the world.
Safety Precautions: Ensure that the fireworks are properly secured and stored during transit to prevent any accidents or damage. Keep them away from any potential sources of ignition. Don’t leave them in the sun, near ashtrays or next to smoldering cigars. Words to live by...
Documentation: Carry all necessary paperwork, including receipts or permits for the fireworks, especially if they are large quantities or commercial-grade. Or, just be certified and pay bribes. Eh’. Either way.
Border Crossing: Be prepared for possible inspections at the border. Declare the fireworks to the customs officials and follow their instructions. Failure to declare or attempting to smuggle fireworks across borders can lead to serious legal consequences. More bribery. Or, as I like to call it, “pump priming”. “Benjamins, mis amigos!”
Transportation Vehicle: Ensure that the vehicle you're using for transportation is suitable for carrying fireworks safely. Avoid overcrowding the vehicle or storing fireworks in a manner that could cause them to shift or fall during transit. Make sure it’s runs like a raped ape. Speed thrills or something like that. Faster and faster ‘till the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
Route Planning: Plan your route carefully, taking into account any restrictions or regulations regarding the transportation of fireworks. Avoid areas with high fire risk, especially during dry seasons. Or, just stick to the blacktop superslab when trying to establish new land-speed records.
Emergency Preparedness: Have a plan in place in case of emergencies, such as a fire or accident involving the fireworks. Carry fire extinguishers and other safety equipment in the vehicle. Or just jettison that which is smoking when it shouldn’t be. Scares the hell out of returning coyotes and nervous cartel members.
Local Regulations: Upon reaching New Mexico, familiarize yourself with any additional state or local regulations regarding the storage and use of fireworks. Or just drive like hell and get the car in the garage as soon as possible and avoid all the paperwork frivolities.
Remember, safety should always be the top priority when transporting fireworks. If you're unsure about any aspect of the process, it's best to seek guidance from authorities or legal experts to ensure compliance with all relevant regulations. Or just use common sense, drive mostly at night and carry large, heavy caliber sidearms. Equip your ride with ample cup holders and ash trays.
We blew past Socorro, Albuquerque and Bernalillo like they weren’t even there. We did slow down in Cuba to stop at the Cuba Cafe for Navajo Tacos, Fry Bread and Liver and Onions.
Best damned liver and onions this side of my kitchen.
Further north and somewhat west, Es lightly tapped the brakes, spun us in a slick 1800 degree Bootlegger Spin, and backed perfectly into our garage.
I was secretly thrilled when the garage door clattered closed as Es’ car rumbled down like the old Adam West-version Batmobile. Sure, it cost a ton in gas, but once I get this record ratified, we’ll have something else to charge after…
Khan was pleased once we got all of the ordnance out of the new car as he staked his claim on the Old’s back seat; something he couldn’t do in the Porsche Brown Bitch.
Also, someone once again borrowed my truck without telling me.
I hope.
Enough of this nonsense. Everything’s locked in my two back yard explosives sheds (Yes. 2 sheds…) and I need a stiff drink or seven, a new cigar and a few laps around our new Jacuzzi. Es and I designed one around a South West US fire-pit, bar-be-que, wet bar, and media center.
It’s already 0300 and we’re floating in our own personal worlds. Es has granted me the necessary time to complete our ball park-Bingo Hall mission, but that’s for tomorrow. And in the words of the famous philosopher Felix E. Feist, ‘tomorrow is another day’.
G’night, all. YAWN.
The dawn broke ridiculously bright and sunny as so often happens when there’s no mesotropical storms in the area. The sky was blue as a newborn baby’s veins and the dawn clear and uncluttered as a fake royal lineage.
I woke, looked out side and grumbled: “Bloody weather”.
I’m often a grumpy curmudgeon before my first coffee.
Bolstered by a large, black Kona, an equally large and black Camacho Triple Maduro, along with a phone call from Rick that he had my truck, the morning was shaping up to be something that might not only be tolerated, but potentially actually enjoyed.
Khan was already fed and had his walkies. Luckily our next-door neighbor’s kid Igor loved walking Khan.
Seems no one gave him the tiniest bit of shit when he’s out walking Khan.
Es had run into town to secure some floss or twine or barbed wire or something for her latest needlepoint project. This should keep her busy for hours.
The guys worked diligently while Es and I were out and about. Good thing, too, as the festival night was rapidly approaching.
I wondered about another coffee when my goddamned work phone began to warble.
“Shit, shit, shit!”, I growled. “Not now. Go call someone else...”
“Yeah?”, I said gruffly into the rap-rod. “What do you want?”
It was the County Commissioner.
“Yeah, Jerry?”, I said.
Well, some county employee had mown too close to a small gas well, of which there are about 800,000 in the San Juan Basin.
Clipped it, upset one or another metal-to-metal seals and the damn thing caught fire.
“Just what the fuck I need.” I groused.
“Where, when and how?”, I asked Jerry.
“Yeah. OK. I know the area. As soon as I can retrieve my truck, I’ll go out and handle it. What? No, this one I’ll handle alone. Get your check writing machine going, Jer, I charge triple for emergencies.”
As far as oil-gas well fires go, this one was a sparkler compared to some of the 48” Japanese shells I’ve handled. Got a hold of Rick and he hotfooted it back with my truck (after he cleaned out the empties and cleared the ashtrays). The fire was about 12 miles distant and after I dropped Rick off at the fairgrounds, I gave him orders for the day.
“I’m out of pocket for a few hours”, I informed him. “You’re in charge until I get back. You know the routine. Get everything up and running, I want a dry-run when I return.”
Rick appreciated that when I put someone in charge of a project, I mean it. I also me that if you do well, you’ll be handsomely rewarded. If you fuck up, however, then the 2,000-pound shithammer’s gonna fall.
I trust Rick and the rest of my crew. I fully expect everything to be standing tall and looking good when I return.
I jump in my truck, smell the inevitable aroma of some Mexican Agriculture (which is very legal hereabouts) and notice my truck has recently been run through the local Pep-Boys cleaning and detailing service.
Fair dinkum, mate.
On my way to the well, I made a series of calls. I let the operator know that I was on the job, I let Jerry know I was en-route. I let the others, whom shall remain nameless, sit and stew.
“Listen, Agent Rack”, I said into my brand new, Government issued cell phone telephone, “I know it’s been a while and you and Agent Ruin are champing at the but to get back in the field, but after that last little tadoo in Russia and Ukraine, I’m not so sure I want to be associated with you types.”
Both agents gasped in disbelief. They were well trained, by some of the greatest divas in the business, how to feign emotions and act all put out when they were really just bored and wanted out of the office.
“OK”, I finally relented, “This job is a doddle. Even if I dawdle, my pipe won’t even get to the dottle on this job.”
“OK, fine”, I finally relented. “If I’m not working on this little blowout, then you can meet me over at the County Fairgrounds and help me run through the exhibits and games. In fact, that’s be a good use of your time here. That way, I can write all of this off and have the Agency foot the bill.”
They readily agreed and noted they’d be seeing me in no less than 4 hours.
“I can hardly wait”, I replied to what I suspected was already a dead phone.
“Kids...”, I said in head-shaking amusement as Rack and Ruin, Senior Agents all, we fully 20 years my junior.
And I never let a moment pass when I could remind them of this temporal anomaly.
I knew just about where the fire was by the density ripple emanating off the smooth plain. I drove up to the wee little pumpjack and say it was still burning.
“Pfft.”, I pffted. “Only 400 pounds on the static gauge.” No oil. No condensate. Just a gasser that blowing out of a small orifice created when some county knothead mowed too closely to the thing and bumped it off kilter.
I decided that I could handle this by myself.
I got into my hot suit, the spiffy super-reflective silver one with the internal air conditioning, and picked out a likely-looking sledgehammer.
To be continued…
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They all know who I am and as they say “RHIP”, or rank has its privilege. They’re all Oil Patch and know that I’ve been around the block a few times, handle explosives with the greatest of ease, and ran more rigs and drilled more meters than most of them have had hot dinners.
All salt of the earth types. I just lay a few ground rules; such as no firearms, no excessive drinking and if there’s a major problem, they come to see me first. These guys are true Oil Patch and guarantee me that all shall be done as I require.
Besides, I’ll be running the Bowling Ball Bingo show and the only one with access to explosives. They know all about field explosives and are as wary of it as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. That I can handle the stuff with deft and aplomb, they both respect and admire that.
“It’s good to be the king”, I think, recalling a line from a favorite Mel Brook’s movie.
I’ve got the guys off setting up the checkerboard for bowling ball bingo.
“Y’know”, I said after a week or so of farting around designing and building everything, “We’ve not had a shakedown on the punt guns (bowling ball mortars)”.
“That’s right.”, Kit agreed. I toss him my truck keys and he and half the guys take off to Madden’s place to pick-up the cannons so we might test them.
Earlier, I figured that each square of the 8×8 matrix I’m working on could be 1 meter square. However real BINGO numbers go to 75, so I’d have to use an odd shape, like 5×15 target area.
First, we need to see how the cannons are going to work.
Luckily, I’ve got a lockbox in the bed of my truck. In there I have a nice little selection of black and gun powder, dynamite (40-50-60-70% Herculene Xtra-Fast), some bricks of C-4, RDX, PETN and the usual assortment of blasting caps, cannon fuse, variable millisecond delay caps, blasting cap super-boosters, a couple of galvanometers, as well as a few handheld and floor-model detonators.
Some combination of these should put the bowling ball up in a ballistic trajectory where it’ll come down somewhere on the grid. That area will be flagged and the number read out by the guys who will be riding quads out in the field. I’ve researched the innumerable types of games one can play with bingo (remembering to order the Bingo Cards), and chosen 4 to be run, to keep it somewhat simple. We have to determine the cost of cards and the types of payouts.
I’ll run by and see Father Rivera at the local Catholic Church. He should be a fountain of bingo knowledge. He was helpful to the idea that each cash payout had to be larger than the last, so plan accordingly.
The guys show up with the finished cannons, all painted a different color (red, green, blue and black) and half a trailer full of slightly scorched bowling balls.
We use a boom arm off the Cat to pick up the cannons and site them sort of where we plan to put the ‘shooting gallery’. I walk back from my truck with an assortment of explosives and explosive paraphernalia.
“School’s about to commence, guys. Gather ‘round.”, I say to all present.
I go through about an hour’s worth of explanation and discourse on the care and feeding of explosivores. I show what small samples of every explosive I carry does in both confined and unreconstructed areas.
I do think I got their attention when I made a full 40-ounce beer bottle simply disappear with the addition of one of my home-brew binary liquids.
Don’t worry. It was just Old English Malt Liquor. No great loss.
I supervised the setting up of a cannon with some black powder. We could ignite electrically or just use some cannon fuse.
“Cannon fuse? What do you use that for?”
“My cannons.”
Obviously.
So, I estimated that a half-pound of Fourxxxx would give the first ball the proper trajectory. We aligned the thing the best we could (as it had no sights, this was being done solely by seat-of-one’s-pants trial and error), charged the cannon, added a projectile and made certain it was seated snugly, but not too tightly. We ran over the full-fledged Safety Dance, cleared the compass, tootled the area with our airhorns and at the count of FIRE!
I had Kit light the ceremonious first fuse.
“K-BLAMMMM!”
Not too bad. Except we overshot the grid by ~550 yards and the only way we could estimate the landing area of the bowling ball was by the splash and irritated trout of the Lower San Juan River.
“And that, my friends,” I said seriously, “Is why you have dry runs and an open firing range.”
The rest of the day was taken up with both testing different combinations of explosives and recording the results. We had a couple of quad bikes on loan from the local sand rail company, so I had the guys take turns going out, running down the ball’s landing zone and calculating the distance and accuracy.
Around ball number 12, we were getting consistent results with both C-4 and PETN. All it took was a bit of gimbaling on the cannon’s major axis and we had the problem well in hand and the cannons dialed in pretty damn well.
I figured to make a buck or two extra, we could charge folks a small donation to tilt the cannon one direction or another and maybe, charge them for upping or reducing the charge volume.
“Step right up, folks”, I can imagine, “Drop a dollar for a degree and a fiver for the charge.”
Thinking that if people were really watching their cards, they’d want any sort of edge to get that final number, especially with a growing jackpot.
We had contracted one of the electrical shops in town to build a tote-board 5×15 with the letters BINGO alight. That way, people could see where we were hitting, what numbers were officially “off the board” as we’d light a LED on that particular square and where they might shift a cannon to hit one or more preferred numbers.
We also devised a ruler, of sorts, that was divided into quarters. Any question of the bowling ball impacted in one number or another, we’d employ the divider. Whichever had the greatest coverage, well, that was the number.
This was set up in the rules beforehand and posted at the shooting gallery and other areas around the park.
Since this was to be a more-or-less charitable event, we had to figure out the cost for parking (turned out to be free), cost of various beers (between $1 and $4), our take from the food court (we decided on 25%), how much to pay security (the voted and did it for free beer of which my say was absolute), and various other things like “which charity?”
Most everyone was donating some time or effort or materials, so no one wanted any pay other than free admittance. We even had a couple of farmers almost come to loggerheads as to who could provide a more elegant petting zoo.
The organizers held a conclave and decided that the bulk of the funds accrued would go to the local kid’s sports collective. Another chunk of change was to go to the recently closed (for financial reasons) public natatorium in town to get it back up to specs and operating, as well as another portion going to the Oilfield Widows and Orphans fund, and the last going to the library to update their rather meager collections.
What we didn’t expect that once word got out about out little plan, that more of the local businessmen wanted space in the park to peddle their wares.
Their wares being CBD, pot, edibles, and other such botanicals in this most enlightened state.
We said “Sure, but we don’t have a lot of room. We never expected this sort of interest”.
To which, they replied that they don’t need a whole lot of room and would set up between the already established vendors.
The upshot was “Fine. Come one, come all. Just check to see if this is all legal and come on down. First come, first served.”
It was all taking shape, and we even found a printer in town that would print up posters for the soiree and help with their distribution.
We actually had to turn away vendors of such things as mobile phones, double-glazed windows and gutter cleaning services.
We had run down all the legalities when Zach mentioned that his cousin was a local police officer, and that we should let them know of out plans.
“Sure”, I said, “Why not?”
We still had a section of dying trees that needed attention so one bright and early Thursday morning, everyone assembled over by the trees and the old tree cemetery that probably extended back centuries.
I started in by knocking down a couple of ancient, though riddled, elms. These were big trees, some 1.5 meters in diameter, 100’ tall and heavier than a whore’s conscience. Even with the renovated Cat, they were just too massive and uncooperative to drop and get horizontal.
“Alf”, I said, tossing him my keys, “Go bring my truck over. We’re going to have to change tactics here a bit.”
He was back within minutes, and was wondering what I was now pulling out of my truck’s lockbox.
I produced a 2-cycle gas-operated SkilDrill, complete with Forestry Suppliers extendable drill/augecore bits.
It fired up almost instantly and I instructed where to drill on the old trees to best facilitate the reception of a few sticks of the detonating chemical persuasion.
Kit worked the dozer on some of the outlying trees, and even with its new overhaul, it just couldn’t quite muster up enough oomph to shift some of the larger trees.
While some of the still standing Live Oak were larger than the poor, afflicted elms.
“Better living through chemistry”, I snickered.
I charged and primed a couple of the larger trees and a couple of the more ancient stumps. I wanted shattering, detonating explosions, so I went with liquid binaries (an old Moldovan recipe) on the stumps and a combination of RDX and PETN on the still standing, though leaning, elms.
I decided that this was the place that fuses would be best used. I wanted the binaries to fire first and then, the elms and their charges.
Kit and crew took off in my truck and parked a good 750 meters away. I had an idling quad as I set to the business of lighting off various fuses in their proper sequence.
Just as I lit the final fuse, I jumped, well, got in a hurry, on the quad. I headed for Kit and the crew when I see a number of local constabulary and their new cruisers headed my way. If they didn’t abort soon, we’d intersect at a point less than 100 meters from ground zero.
Not good.
So, I drove at full tilt towards them and waving like a madman, convinced them to reverse and perhaps not park so close to a few hundred tons of afflicted, and smoldering, wood.
We rendezvous over by my truck, with Kit and crew hunkered down on the lee side. I yelled for the cops to do likewise. An errant 250-pound piece of dead oak or elm tree could certainly muss up one’s day.
There were 5 of them and they were all carping about how we didn’t do this or have that when suddenly, everybody standing lost their footing.
“Great!”, I exclaimed, “Those binaries work a treat!”
The police were just about to get up and dust themselves off when there was a series of mighty roars, all being liberated at over 19,000’ per second from my handy-dandy RDX-PETN mixtures.
“That’s six”, I said as I stood, “That’s all of them”.
I grabbed some binoculars and looked to the west. There were several large smoking holes, several huge hunks of tree stumps and not a single tree left upright.
“It worked great!”, I said to Kit and crew. “Beats hacking away with chainsaws, especially in this weather.”
“Who is responsible for all this?” one of the cops I didn’t recognize said apoplectically.
“That would be me”. I said and extended a hand for a manly handshake.
“And who the hell are you”, he asked.
Kit, the crew and the rest of the cops looked at him like he sprouted cabbages.
“I am Doctor Rocknocker. BS, MS, MS again, PhD, DSC and holder of International Master Blasters Certifications. Want to see the paperwork?” I asked, slightly huffed.
“Oh, ah. No”, He sputtered. “We were told to come over here and get a briefing on what you all were planning.”
“Or you could have gone to city hall and view the documents there.” I said, slightly perturbed.
“You plan to do this for your upcoming festival?” He asked.
“No”, I replied, “we’re using much smaller punt guns to launch bowling balls.”
“Then what was that?” he exclaimed as he pointed to the still smoldering pile of trees.
“That”, I replied, “Is my partial payment to the landowner here for use of his property.”
I stayed to chat with the police, as Kit and the crew took the Cat over to see what they could move around now.
Everything turned out fine, as they missed my red warning flags indicating that I was planning on doing some blasting.
“Gents”, I said, “Are you not trained in the finer points of high explosives?”
Then there was the issue of the SIDE TRIP.
Es and I were going to take a day or 5, go down to Mexico and procure the opening/closing fireworks
Dramatic carsone: My truck: 2023 Dark Red (Burgundy) Dodge Ram 3500. Cap for bed. AKA: “The Pig”.
Es’ car: 1997 Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet Value: AKA: “The Brown Bitch”.
Es was growing tired of her old Porsche. Especially when I was off in my truck doing oilfield things and she had to stuff 250 pounds of recalcitrant Khan into her car for a quick vet trip.
“But you always told me you wanted a Porsche.” I complained.
“Yeah”, Es replied, “I did, but that was then. This in now. You’re gone a lot and I need a bigger vehicle.”
“OK”, I replied, “Your call. What are you looking at?”
“Well”, Es smiled, “There’s this Old Cutlass that I’ve had my eye on...”
I looked at the Internet ad.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus...
Look, I may be a Boomer Gearhead, but my wife eclipses that many-fold.
She’s looking at a fucking serious muscle car.
I got over muscle cars when I blew the 401CI V-8 out of my ‘77 Gremlin years ago.
Now I look for heavy duty, relative large comfort, and ability to haul tons of stuff.
So, off we went to Erdemont, OK.
We found the owner of the car out in the depths of an ancient barn. It appeared he had lived here his entire life.
“You want to be looking at my Olds?” He inquired.
“Yeah”, I replied, “My wife wants to step up from her old Porsche.”
He went over and inspected Es’s car.
For some reason, it was a cream-puff he had to have.
I told Es to go look at his other cars. I needed room to schmooze.
He wanted $105k for the Olds.
He would give $85k for Brown Bitch.
He dropped to $90k and upped BB to $90k.
I lit a cigar and produced a bottle of Kentucky Rye whiskey.
An hour later, we swapped pink slips.
Es is still over the moon.
In case you’re wondering, here’s the details on Es’s new ride: 1984 Hurst/Olds Cutlass: Blocked and blueprinted 455 CI V8, Offenhauser heads/valve covers/blower riser, Jahn’s racing pistons, 4.526-inch bore and 4.75-inch stroke cam, Series 08/61 S/S Crager rims, Mickey Thompson Sportsman S/R 17130QT 325-50D-15 radial ‘RunHot’ DOT Tires, Holley Double Pumper twin 4-barrel carbs, twin Precision on-demand turbos, +36 psi boost, NOX system, and Wilwood racing brakes.
The car’s V-8 dynos at 873 horsepower and around 777 pound-feet of torque. Hurst Lightning Rods Triple Shifter: far right performs the shift from first to second gear. To get up to third gear, use the middle lever. Or leave the lever on the far left in either “D” for Drive or “OD” for Overdrive. One lever could get the job done with the four-speed overdrive automatic; but where’s the fun in that?
It sports “47 coats of hand-rubbed Candy Grape deep purple” lacquer. Button-tucked custom chrome-gray leather interior.
“Deep Purple”. Its new moniker.
Plus it sports an 8-track player.
It was the 8-track player that pushed me over the line.
So, we are now cruising from Oklahoma at near warp-speed towards the Mexican border.
“Are you really this tired of life or are you just seeing what this thing will do?” I asked as we passed a defunct Weigh Station at 123 mph.
“I’m just trying to sort this all out”, Es smiled a mile wide. “Hang on, I’m going to hit the blowers...”
Very much of the scenery between Oklahoma and Mexico passed as a painted blur.
“Pulled out of San Pedro late one night.
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright.
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still.
Now I thought she'd lost all sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
I said "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots."
We passed an ICE immigration post at 147 miles per hour; the car purring like a Cheshire Cat with a deep, dark secret.
“Es, darling. Could we slow down a bit?” I implored.
“Well, OK”, Es replied. “Spoilsport. I never got the second turbo to kick in...”
Remind me to phone Geico when we return home and up our policies…
Down in Mexico, we purchased enough ordnance to stockpile a third-world nation. If fact, the trunk was so full, we put the spares in the backseat. We then lined the backseat with more aerials, ground effects and boomer-busters than should be allowed.
It took some serious talking and hand-outs to get back into the US.
“No, really”, I explained. “It for my research. Into seismic events. In the San Juan Basin.”
“No, really”, I explained, “I am globally fully certified Class-A explosives expert.”
“No, really”, I explained, “I’m just getting supplies for the Fourth of July.”
Well, that didn't work worth a shit, so I slipped them a couple of new Benjamins and the next thing you know, we’re in Truth or Consequences dawdling over a breakfast of enchiladas, burritos and smothered tacos.
Now, driving home from Mexico to New Mexico with fireworks can be a thrilling yet potentially risky endeavor. So what if you take a few risks? That’s where the fun is…
Anyways, it's more or less essential to be aware of the regulations regarding transporting fireworks across borders, as they can vary between countries and states.
Here are some key points to consider:
Legal Regulations: Make sure you're aware of the laws regarding fireworks in both Mexico and New Mexico. Transporting certain types of fireworks may be restricted or even prohibited. However, this doesn’t apply if you’re certified internationally and well known in this part of the world.
Safety Precautions: Ensure that the fireworks are properly secured and stored during transit to prevent any accidents or damage. Keep them away from any potential sources of ignition. Don’t leave them in the sun, near ashtrays or next to smoldering cigars. Words to live by...
Documentation: Carry all necessary paperwork, including receipts or permits for the fireworks, especially if they are large quantities or commercial-grade. Or, just be certified and pay bribes. Eh’. Either way.
Border Crossing: Be prepared for possible inspections at the border. Declare the fireworks to the customs officials and follow their instructions. Failure to declare or attempting to smuggle fireworks across borders can lead to serious legal consequences. More bribery. Or, as I like to call it, “pump priming”. “Benjamins, mis amigos!”
Transportation Vehicle: Ensure that the vehicle you're using for transportation is suitable for carrying fireworks safely. Avoid overcrowding the vehicle or storing fireworks in a manner that could cause them to shift or fall during transit. Make sure it’s runs like a raped ape. Speed thrills or something like that. Faster and faster ‘till the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
Route Planning: Plan your route carefully, taking into account any restrictions or regulations regarding the transportation of fireworks. Avoid areas with high fire risk, especially during dry seasons. Or, just stick to the blacktop superslab when trying to establish new land-speed records.
Emergency Preparedness: Have a plan in place in case of emergencies, such as a fire or accident involving the fireworks. Carry fire extinguishers and other safety equipment in the vehicle. Or just jettison that which is smoking when it shouldn’t be. Scares the hell out of returning coyotes and nervous cartel members.
Local Regulations: Upon reaching New Mexico, familiarize yourself with any additional state or local regulations regarding the storage and use of fireworks. Or just drive like hell and get the car in the garage as soon as possible and avoid all the paperwork frivolities.
Remember, safety should always be the top priority when transporting fireworks. If you're unsure about any aspect of the process, it's best to seek guidance from authorities or legal experts to ensure compliance with all relevant regulations. Or just use common sense, drive mostly at night and carry large, heavy caliber sidearms. Equip your ride with ample cup holders and ash trays.
We blew past Socorro, Albuquerque and Bernalillo like they weren’t even there. We did slow down in Cuba to stop at the Cuba Cafe for Navajo Tacos, Fry Bread and Liver and Onions.
Best damned liver and onions this side of my kitchen.
Further north and somewhat west, Es lightly tapped the brakes, spun us in a slick 1800 degree Bootlegger Spin, and backed perfectly into our garage.
I was secretly thrilled when the garage door clattered closed as Es’ car rumbled down like the old Adam West-version Batmobile. Sure, it cost a ton in gas, but once I get this record ratified, we’ll have something else to charge after…
Khan was pleased once we got all of the ordnance out of the new car as he staked his claim on the Old’s back seat; something he couldn’t do in the Porsche Brown Bitch.
Also, someone once again borrowed my truck without telling me.
I hope.
Enough of this nonsense. Everything’s locked in my two back yard explosives sheds (Yes. 2 sheds…) and I need a stiff drink or seven, a new cigar and a few laps around our new Jacuzzi. Es and I designed one around a South West US fire-pit, bar-be-que, wet bar, and media center.
It’s already 0300 and we’re floating in our own personal worlds. Es has granted me the necessary time to complete our ball park-Bingo Hall mission, but that’s for tomorrow. And in the words of the famous philosopher Felix E. Feist, ‘tomorrow is another day’.
G’night, all. YAWN.
The dawn broke ridiculously bright and sunny as so often happens when there’s no mesotropical storms in the area. The sky was blue as a newborn baby’s veins and the dawn clear and uncluttered as a fake royal lineage.
I woke, looked out side and grumbled: “Bloody weather”.
I’m often a grumpy curmudgeon before my first coffee.
Bolstered by a large, black Kona, an equally large and black Camacho Triple Maduro, along with a phone call from Rick that he had my truck, the morning was shaping up to be something that might not only be tolerated, but potentially actually enjoyed.
Khan was already fed and had his walkies. Luckily our next-door neighbor’s kid Igor loved walking Khan.
Seems no one gave him the tiniest bit of shit when he’s out walking Khan.
Es had run into town to secure some floss or twine or barbed wire or something for her latest needlepoint project. This should keep her busy for hours.
The guys worked diligently while Es and I were out and about. Good thing, too, as the festival night was rapidly approaching.
I wondered about another coffee when my goddamned work phone began to warble.
“Shit, shit, shit!”, I growled. “Not now. Go call someone else...”
“Yeah?”, I said gruffly into the rap-rod. “What do you want?”
It was the County Commissioner.
“Yeah, Jerry?”, I said.
Well, some county employee had mown too close to a small gas well, of which there are about 800,000 in the San Juan Basin.
Clipped it, upset one or another metal-to-metal seals and the damn thing caught fire.
“Just what the fuck I need.” I groused.
“Where, when and how?”, I asked Jerry.
“Yeah. OK. I know the area. As soon as I can retrieve my truck, I’ll go out and handle it. What? No, this one I’ll handle alone. Get your check writing machine going, Jer, I charge triple for emergencies.”
As far as oil-gas well fires go, this one was a sparkler compared to some of the 48” Japanese shells I’ve handled. Got a hold of Rick and he hotfooted it back with my truck (after he cleaned out the empties and cleared the ashtrays). The fire was about 12 miles distant and after I dropped Rick off at the fairgrounds, I gave him orders for the day.
“I’m out of pocket for a few hours”, I informed him. “You’re in charge until I get back. You know the routine. Get everything up and running, I want a dry-run when I return.”
Rick appreciated that when I put someone in charge of a project, I mean it. I also me that if you do well, you’ll be handsomely rewarded. If you fuck up, however, then the 2,000-pound shithammer’s gonna fall.
I trust Rick and the rest of my crew. I fully expect everything to be standing tall and looking good when I return.
I jump in my truck, smell the inevitable aroma of some Mexican Agriculture (which is very legal hereabouts) and notice my truck has recently been run through the local Pep-Boys cleaning and detailing service.
Fair dinkum, mate.
On my way to the well, I made a series of calls. I let the operator know that I was on the job, I let Jerry know I was en-route. I let the others, whom shall remain nameless, sit and stew.
“Listen, Agent Rack”, I said into my brand new, Government issued cell phone telephone, “I know it’s been a while and you and Agent Ruin are champing at the but to get back in the field, but after that last little tadoo in Russia and Ukraine, I’m not so sure I want to be associated with you types.”
Both agents gasped in disbelief. They were well trained, by some of the greatest divas in the business, how to feign emotions and act all put out when they were really just bored and wanted out of the office.
“OK”, I finally relented, “This job is a doddle. Even if I dawdle, my pipe won’t even get to the dottle on this job.”
“OK, fine”, I finally relented. “If I’m not working on this little blowout, then you can meet me over at the County Fairgrounds and help me run through the exhibits and games. In fact, that’s be a good use of your time here. That way, I can write all of this off and have the Agency foot the bill.”
They readily agreed and noted they’d be seeing me in no less than 4 hours.
“I can hardly wait”, I replied to what I suspected was already a dead phone.
“Kids...”, I said in head-shaking amusement as Rack and Ruin, Senior Agents all, we fully 20 years my junior.
And I never let a moment pass when I could remind them of this temporal anomaly.
I knew just about where the fire was by the density ripple emanating off the smooth plain. I drove up to the wee little pumpjack and say it was still burning.
“Pfft.”, I pffted. “Only 400 pounds on the static gauge.” No oil. No condensate. Just a gasser that blowing out of a small orifice created when some county knothead mowed too closely to the thing and bumped it off kilter.
I decided that I could handle this by myself.
I got into my hot suit, the spiffy super-reflective silver one with the internal air conditioning, and picked out a likely-looking sledgehammer.
To be continued…
2024.05.27 20:21 aragonaut Tempering made me uninstall the game
I've spent 2 weeks looking for an amulet with Hellbent Commander on it at all, going through close to 1B gold rerolling stats on various amulets to get one, and finally found one that not only had Hellbent Commander, but also Crit Chance and Cooldown Reduction, only to try to temper it and get the same terrible stat 5 times in a row.
My conspiracy theory is there's either a bug (or perhaps more maliciously, an intended mechanic) where bad stats are given a higher chance when tempering, because the number of bricked items I've had from getting five rolls of +Iron Maiden damage or similar seems almost impossible.
So yeah I decided to uninstall the game. I'll maybe reinstall as/when/if Blizzard realises that allowing items to get bricked is outrageous and unfair. I do not have the time to spend another 2+ weeks looking for another. I only get maybe 10 hours per week max to play games at all, and I'm not devoting more time to this if there's a chance it can do it again.
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My conspiracy theory is there's either a bug (or perhaps more maliciously, an intended mechanic) where bad stats are given a higher chance when tempering, because the number of bricked items I've had from getting five rolls of +Iron Maiden damage or similar seems almost impossible.
So yeah I decided to uninstall the game. I'll maybe reinstall as/when/if Blizzard realises that allowing items to get bricked is outrageous and unfair. I do not have the time to spend another 2+ weeks looking for another. I only get maybe 10 hours per week max to play games at all, and I'm not devoting more time to this if there's a chance it can do it again.
2024.05.27 17:41 zuleyha84 $329 >> #Artillery SW X4 Plus High Speed 3D Printer Coupon Code (Banggood CZ)
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2024.05.27 16:44 Most_Virus_7218 How to downgrade Firmware without risking to brick the wheel ?
I'd like to try old firmware for my Formula wheel because it has some weird input loss issues (And Fanatec don't answer for RMA), in case it's not due to a hardware issue. It's not occurring with my other wheel so I don't think the CSL DD is the cause.
Everytime I've tried to downgrade to firmware before driver 455, I ended up semi-bricking the wheel (I needed to reinstall and flash the latest firmware because it wouldn't accept to flash any other one.)
Are there specific steps to downgrade the firmware without issue ? Do I need to Downgrade them one by one until I reach the one I want ? (Like driver 455->454->453->452->451 ?) Or do I need to downgrade my stuff in a specific order ? (Like base then motor then wheel ?)
Thanks !
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Everytime I've tried to downgrade to firmware before driver 455, I ended up semi-bricking the wheel (I needed to reinstall and flash the latest firmware because it wouldn't accept to flash any other one.)
Are there specific steps to downgrade the firmware without issue ? Do I need to Downgrade them one by one until I reach the one I want ? (Like driver 455->454->453->452->451 ?) Or do I need to downgrade my stuff in a specific order ? (Like base then motor then wheel ?)
Thanks !
2024.05.27 14:09 jhonmark8502 Unable to Print Invoices From QuickBooks
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2024.05.27 06:39 gdsergio A bit of advice, and how I made a mess with my PC
Strap in cause this is going to be a bit of a longer post, but I want to tell the whole story.
The TL;DR is: always double check, backup everything and worst case scenario, keep a bootable USB flash drive.
First thing you need to know is that I've been using Linux for a while now, and have trying to learn all about it through YT and a couple books I have found.
I had been using Mint although I kept Windows in a dual boot because of Adobe's suite, and also because of a couple of games that don't work on Linux.
Curious little me had been messing with Arch and trying to learn how to get it up and running manually and how to rice it, and how to patch things up when they needed it. Managed to install it succesfully a couple times, bricked it once or twice, one time I even forgot to install a terminal and couldn't use Ctrl + Alt + F2 because that keybind doesn't virtualize in Virtualbox and actually started the terminal in my host pc.
Scrapped that VM and installed it again, and actually got a nice little cozy rice: https://imgur.com/a/svXQOdd
Feeling ready and excited, I decided to install it on my ACTUAL computer. And that was the beginning of the end.
What followed was the worst day and a half I've had in a while. Everything that could go wrong went wrong.
I installed it with the script because even though I kinda knew how to do it the manual way, I wasn't going to risk it.
First of all, the bootloader. So in my bios I had the Linux Mint drive as the first boot option, which came in really handy because Grub lets me choose what OS to start, but as I would come to learn a bit later, for some reason Grub had been installed in one of the partitions of my WINDOWS drive.
What does this mean? That when I boot up my PC, Grub doesn't find one of the systems and has a seizure, throwing me into the grub command line as soon as I restart, which is out of my area of expertise.
Not knowing what to do, I restart and manage to get to Arch from the boot menu since that bootloader (systemd I think) actually works.
My mindset being I'll try to fix it later, just let me get this system ready first. And oh boy was that a doozy; the nouveau open source drivers didn't pick up my second monitor and the resolution of the first one was the wrong one.
"Oh I'll just install xrandr and change it manually" Screen fades to black for half a second and comes back with the right resolution, but HALF THE SCREEN IS OUT OF FRAME.
I just decide fuck it I'll reinstall (again with the script) but the Nvidia proprietary drivers, and now it picks up both my monitors with the right resolution.
Get to installing Brave, first throught the AUR *doesn't show up in Dmenu cause it's a .desktop*
Then through Yay *doesn't open for some reason*
Even tried Flatpak which is how I did it on Mint *doesn't run*
Spent two hours browsing on Firefox how to fix it, since that one did work out of the box and it wasn't until I opened it with the terminal and it told me "you need Fuse2 blah blah blah".
Installed that, finally it opens, and I search how to fix the bootloader drama, which I didn't find out how and just said eff it I'll wipe that whole drive and reinstall later, since all I had there was a few games and Adobe suite.
So with that done and after a whole 4 hours of clumsily trying to replicate the rice I had in my VM and finding issue upon issue, (missing config files, having to search templates online, Picom acting up, Pywal for some reason not working...), I think to myself wait let me see if my other drives (I have a separate nvme and hdd for storage only) show up.
And yeah they show up but apparently I don't have the permissions required to mount them. Decide to research that for a bit, I try some things that don't work, finally give up and think look I'll just get back to Mint.
Download the ISO, get my trusty USB, and install BalenaEtcher.
And when I choose my iso and my usb, upon hitting "flash", it tells me "no polkit authentication found".
One last time, I try to research that and install gnome's polkit. Edit the xinitrc and add the path to the executable, and try to enable it through systemctl.
I reboot and voilá, system bricked.
Some weird error I can't even remember what it said, but now I can't escape to windows to flash a drive, and I can't use Arch anymore.
I ended up having to rescue a 17 year old PC from a dark corner of my closet, booting it up, and painfully having to wait for it to download a 2gb mint iso really slowly, and downloading balena really slowly, and flashing really slowly, so I could just get back to Mint.
So yeah, I've had enough of Arch for a while.
I'm sure it's a really good system but man I just want my stuff to work sometimes, not have to research basic stuff like mounting a goddamn drive for 4 hours because the PC I put together with my own bare hands says "I don't have the permissions to do so".
And finally my advice, again, double check everything you do and backup what you must, and always keep a flash drive close, and please if you want to mess around just use a VM, unless you really know how to get stuff working.
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The TL;DR is: always double check, backup everything and worst case scenario, keep a bootable USB flash drive.
First thing you need to know is that I've been using Linux for a while now, and have trying to learn all about it through YT and a couple books I have found.
I had been using Mint although I kept Windows in a dual boot because of Adobe's suite, and also because of a couple of games that don't work on Linux.
Curious little me had been messing with Arch and trying to learn how to get it up and running manually and how to rice it, and how to patch things up when they needed it. Managed to install it succesfully a couple times, bricked it once or twice, one time I even forgot to install a terminal and couldn't use Ctrl + Alt + F2 because that keybind doesn't virtualize in Virtualbox and actually started the terminal in my host pc.
Scrapped that VM and installed it again, and actually got a nice little cozy rice: https://imgur.com/a/svXQOdd
Feeling ready and excited, I decided to install it on my ACTUAL computer. And that was the beginning of the end.
What followed was the worst day and a half I've had in a while. Everything that could go wrong went wrong.
I installed it with the script because even though I kinda knew how to do it the manual way, I wasn't going to risk it.
First of all, the bootloader. So in my bios I had the Linux Mint drive as the first boot option, which came in really handy because Grub lets me choose what OS to start, but as I would come to learn a bit later, for some reason Grub had been installed in one of the partitions of my WINDOWS drive.
What does this mean? That when I boot up my PC, Grub doesn't find one of the systems and has a seizure, throwing me into the grub command line as soon as I restart, which is out of my area of expertise.
Not knowing what to do, I restart and manage to get to Arch from the boot menu since that bootloader (systemd I think) actually works.
My mindset being I'll try to fix it later, just let me get this system ready first. And oh boy was that a doozy; the nouveau open source drivers didn't pick up my second monitor and the resolution of the first one was the wrong one.
"Oh I'll just install xrandr and change it manually" Screen fades to black for half a second and comes back with the right resolution, but HALF THE SCREEN IS OUT OF FRAME.
I just decide fuck it I'll reinstall (again with the script) but the Nvidia proprietary drivers, and now it picks up both my monitors with the right resolution.
Get to installing Brave, first throught the AUR *doesn't show up in Dmenu cause it's a .desktop*
Then through Yay *doesn't open for some reason*
Even tried Flatpak which is how I did it on Mint *doesn't run*
Spent two hours browsing on Firefox how to fix it, since that one did work out of the box and it wasn't until I opened it with the terminal and it told me "you need Fuse2 blah blah blah".
Installed that, finally it opens, and I search how to fix the bootloader drama, which I didn't find out how and just said eff it I'll wipe that whole drive and reinstall later, since all I had there was a few games and Adobe suite.
So with that done and after a whole 4 hours of clumsily trying to replicate the rice I had in my VM and finding issue upon issue, (missing config files, having to search templates online, Picom acting up, Pywal for some reason not working...), I think to myself wait let me see if my other drives (I have a separate nvme and hdd for storage only) show up.
And yeah they show up but apparently I don't have the permissions required to mount them. Decide to research that for a bit, I try some things that don't work, finally give up and think look I'll just get back to Mint.
Download the ISO, get my trusty USB, and install BalenaEtcher.
And when I choose my iso and my usb, upon hitting "flash", it tells me "no polkit authentication found".
One last time, I try to research that and install gnome's polkit. Edit the xinitrc and add the path to the executable, and try to enable it through systemctl.
I reboot and voilá, system bricked.
Some weird error I can't even remember what it said, but now I can't escape to windows to flash a drive, and I can't use Arch anymore.
I ended up having to rescue a 17 year old PC from a dark corner of my closet, booting it up, and painfully having to wait for it to download a 2gb mint iso really slowly, and downloading balena really slowly, and flashing really slowly, so I could just get back to Mint.
So yeah, I've had enough of Arch for a while.
I'm sure it's a really good system but man I just want my stuff to work sometimes, not have to research basic stuff like mounting a goddamn drive for 4 hours because the PC I put together with my own bare hands says "I don't have the permissions to do so".
And finally my advice, again, double check everything you do and backup what you must, and always keep a flash drive close, and please if you want to mess around just use a VM, unless you really know how to get stuff working.
2024.05.27 05:29 RichChocolateDevil Cloud Gaming - Controller disconnects and then causes FrameTV version of Xbox to crash.
 | Sorry for the wrong flair - there isn’t one for cloud gaming. submitted by RichChocolateDevil to XboxSupport [link] [comments] I get this error and then need to use the TV remote to back out of the game section and restart the app. From this screen on, the Xbox controller is bricked. This isn’t reproducible. Sometimes I can play for 30-seconds and sometimes an hour (that’s been a record). Normal after 5-10 min of normal game play it happens. Controller is a standard Xbox 1914 controller. It does it in all games that I’ve tried. Things I’ve tried: - restarting the Tv - firmware on TV is up to date. - firmware on controller is up to date - battery on controller is 100% - dropping the controller and reconnecting it (you have to do this at least 50% of the time anyway) - uninstalling / reinstalling the Xbox app - changing profile settings (turned off rumble to try that out) - try the controller on different devices - works fine on friends Xbox, laptop, and on the TV itself as a remote control. No issues at all. - I tried NVIDIA GeForce for a few hours and that worked fine there. The only thing that I’ve not tried is another controller as a second one isn’t super accessible to me. I’m kind of at my wits end and am bummed because Xbox feature was a big selling point for the TV. Any ideas appreciated. |
2024.05.27 03:55 scapegoatindustries Bricked L40 cam - won't reconnect to wifi
My L40 battery camera was working fine for months until it needed a firmware update. It initiated update through the app, but for days it never showed that it completed the update. Just didn't respond anymore.
Contacted Eufy, they said to try removing it from the app and reinstalling. But – once uninstalled, it never was able to reconnect to the same 2.4 router. Tried the normal sync-beep-generate-QR-code-on-phone method through the app, got the "failed to connect" error. Did it the other way by scanning the QR code on the back of the camera after getting the "didn't hear a beep?" error. No joy.
Went to the router end of things. Disabled all firewalls, made sure ports were open. Nothing. Rebooted router, even started a separate wifi network with a new name. Nope. Downloaded Eufy app on a non-connected different iPhone and tried to connect it there. Same errors.
Contacted Eufy again, they said to reset the camera by clicking the button a mess of times, holding it 10 seconds, etc. Kept trying and trying. Nothing worked.
I got another (different model) Eufy camera this weekend, and it connected just fine, so it's not the router or connection.
So I assume this L40 camera is bricked, but it seems a shame to toss it out when the hardware is fine.
Anyone have a solution? A way to *really* factory-reset it?
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Contacted Eufy, they said to try removing it from the app and reinstalling. But – once uninstalled, it never was able to reconnect to the same 2.4 router. Tried the normal sync-beep-generate-QR-code-on-phone method through the app, got the "failed to connect" error. Did it the other way by scanning the QR code on the back of the camera after getting the "didn't hear a beep?" error. No joy.
Went to the router end of things. Disabled all firewalls, made sure ports were open. Nothing. Rebooted router, even started a separate wifi network with a new name. Nope. Downloaded Eufy app on a non-connected different iPhone and tried to connect it there. Same errors.
Contacted Eufy again, they said to reset the camera by clicking the button a mess of times, holding it 10 seconds, etc. Kept trying and trying. Nothing worked.
I got another (different model) Eufy camera this weekend, and it connected just fine, so it's not the router or connection.
So I assume this L40 camera is bricked, but it seems a shame to toss it out when the hardware is fine.
Anyone have a solution? A way to *really* factory-reset it?
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2024.05.26 22:43 rickrolled_gay_swan Omg please help. Approaching Office Space levels of frustration. Canon imageclass LBP613Cdw
The ONLY time i ever get so frustrated that i cry is when trying to print something. Every damned time I need to print something, it takes me at least 2 hours to even get this expensive brick of a printer to find the network. Ya know what happens when it does? I try to print (again) and get a dialog box that says "unable to print due to printer setup". Then when I think I have that fixed and go to print again, do you know what happens? "Error- cannot print. Delete document" (it's probably still trying to print the document that I tried to print 2 years ago)
Guess whats in the printer queue....fucking nada.
I will be the first to admit that I don't know much about printers, because libraries are free. But I run a business and it's a necessary evil. I googled what needed to happen and did the services.msc thing and the printer spool thing and it printed out some pages finally! But they weren't printing correctly. (no cyan being used even though they are all new and full, plus a lot of gritty grainy black dots) So I was trying to clean it and accidentally turned it off. When I turned it back on, it said the IP address changed again and now it won't print and I have to do this all over again. Troubleshooter shows no issues but she's clearly a dumb bitch.
And will someone tell me WHY THE FUCK THE IP ADDRESS KEEPS CHANGING?! This thing is about to meet a fucking baseball bat, a la office space.
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Guess whats in the printer queue....fucking nada.
I will be the first to admit that I don't know much about printers, because libraries are free. But I run a business and it's a necessary evil. I googled what needed to happen and did the services.msc thing and the printer spool thing and it printed out some pages finally! But they weren't printing correctly. (no cyan being used even though they are all new and full, plus a lot of gritty grainy black dots) So I was trying to clean it and accidentally turned it off. When I turned it back on, it said the IP address changed again and now it won't print and I have to do this all over again. Troubleshooter shows no issues but she's clearly a dumb bitch.
And will someone tell me WHY THE FUCK THE IP ADDRESS KEEPS CHANGING?! This thing is about to meet a fucking baseball bat, a la office space.
2024.05.26 22:36 DabbingMycolcogistDj Have a prebuilt keeps crashing idk why
I have a predator 4070 i7 pre built by acer, I’ll play a game and halfway through the computer bricks and monitor turns off, I’ve had this computer since February and never had an issue till this. I reinstalled windows in safe mode changed my display port to hdmi but I’m starting to think its cpu but idk how to tackle that, thanks for any input
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