Phrembah (a potato-like mystery) (phrembah) wrote,
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)

Fetch me my writing trousers. I feel a song coming on!*

I'm the man of the hour
The man with the power
To piss this day away . . .

Well, that was a harrowing experience.  Trying to use an outdated FPGA eval board for a home electronics project, I found that I could not make my parallel port work.  And the newer version of the eval board--now with USB--doesn't have the same connector.  The whole point was to use up the old one that's been sitting around for years.  As it turns out, between Hardware Manager settings and BIOS settings, there are about 128 permutations of parallel port configuration.  Who knew?  I finally found one that worked.  The programming device comes up and says it won't work, but it does anyway. 

  Endless rebooting of Windows, which boils my blood every time I do it.  What the bloody hell are they doing for five friggin minutes?  At the advertised transfer rate of the modern hard disk you could fill every blasted byte of RAM several times over in the amount of time it takes them to "load your settings."  Bullshit.  They don't give a rat's ass about my settings.  They are Doing the Will of Bill.  And just to prove my point, look at laptops.  People won't put up with a laptop that takes five minutes to boot up or shut down.  My laptop, with four times as much memory to hold "my settings,"  boots in a minute or less and shuts down almost instantly.

Rant, rant, rave, rave.  My LJ is the only one that understands me.  Sniff, sniff.

Well, the Little Programmer That Couldn't just did.  So I'm off again.  Sort of.

. . .

*Actually a line of Billy Connolly's from TV's Craig Ferguson show.
Tags: compelling chronicle, techno-weenie haranguement

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