Printing One Page Fail

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Sometime this past week, my parents went to an electronics store and purchased a Bluetooth earbud. The earbud cost a little bit over $20, but there was a $20 rebate, so it was almost free except for tax and the gasoline required to drive to the store.

Normally, when you purchase a product that has a corresponding rebate, you receive the rebate form so you can fill it out and mail it to the manufacturer. Oddly, for this rebate, we had to go to the store’s web­site and print the form ourselves.

When I went to print the rebate form, I noticed that it was a PDF with a huge picture of the earbud and a red background. The form only had about four lines for a name, address, and phone number, but the in­structions said that the information must be filled out on the original rebate form (which was the PDF I was looking at).

If you haven’t noticed the problem already, in order to claim this $20 rebate, I would have to waste tons of printer ink by printing out this unnecessarily colorful piece of paper. The worst part is, I have an ink jet printer at home, and not a roller or a toner printer, which means, if I were to print this rebate form at home, I would end up with a sheet of paper drenched and dripping wet with ink.

Being the resourceful person I am, I realized that if I were to instead take this PDF file to the local public li­brary, I could print it for 10¢ and not waste any ink at home. So, I downloaded the PDF file, emailed it to myself, and drove a few kilometers over to the library.

You think my troubles are coming to an end? I’m actually just getting started.

Upon entering the public library (which was recently remodeled in a way such that half the library now looks brand new while half the library still looks ancient), I navigated my way over to the row of com­put­ers. I moved the mouse around a little bit, but couldn’t get it to unlock, and got a message that I had to make a reservation first. Not knowing where to make a reservation, I went over to the adult services desk to ask for help.

I stood in line behind an old woman who was apparently having trouble with every aspect of her life at the same time and needed three people to help her at once. After waiting about five minutes, another library employee came over to me and offered to help.

She led me over to a random computer with no keyboard and told me to scan my library card to make a reservation. I asked her why they had a reservation system in place when they could just have people type in their library card numbers directly into the computer they wished to use, and she replied that the library gets extremely busy and they need to use the reservation system to keep the system running smoothly.

I looked over to the computers; there were about 12 computers total, and only four of them were in use. It was the evening of a weekday when you would expect it to be most busy, yet two-thirds of the computers were empty. I looked back at the library employee who was helping me, and she appeared to make a conscious effort to ignore the fact that a reservation system was completely unnecessary.

As expected, my reservation time started right away. The ridiculous part was that instead of placing me on a computer where I wouldn’t have to sit next to anybody so I could have my own personal space, it assigned me to a computer in between a large old man and an aisle everyone had to pass to get to the non-fiction section of the library.

After frustratingly making my way over to my assigned computer and opening up an Internet browser as the old man next to me watched in curiosity, I logged in to my email to open up the PDF file so I could print it and get out of the library as soon as possible. Logging in itself took about two minutes because the Internet was so slow; on top of that, I have two-step authentication in case someone hacks my password, so I had an extra page to go through.

After finally opening up the email, I went to download the PDF.

File size: 0.8 MB. Time remaining: 9 minutes.

The download speed was fluctuating between 1 and 2 KB/s.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with file sizes and Internet download speeds, let me put this simply for you: THAT IS A HUGE FILE FOR A ONE-PAGE PDF, AND THIS INTERNET IS SLOWER THAN DIAL-UP FROM TEN YEARS AGO.

After patiently staring at the computer monitor for nine minutes while the old man to my left and about a hundred passerbys to my right glanced at what I was doing, the PDF file finally finished downloading and I successfully opened it. I sent the print job to the printer that corresponded with what I thought was the printer near the adult service desk, locked my computer, and went over to pick up my document.

I inserted 10¢ into the printer and waited.

Nothing happened.

As if the reservation system wasn’t complex enough, the library thought it would also be a good idea to make it such that if you want to print something, you have to enable the printing job from another separate computer (again with no keyboard) before it begins to process.

After about 20 minutes, I finally got my one page printed and I walked out of the library.

I don’t know why people think it’s a great idea to make things eight times harder than they should be.

 

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That’s Not How Internet Works

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That’s Not How Internet Works

A few days ago while my family and I were eating lunch, my mom received a phone call from one of our rel­atives telling us that she had sent us a copy of scanned documentation that we wanted to see via email. About ten minutes later, after finishing lunch, we opened up my mom’s account and saw that we did not get the email.

My mom called my relative back and told her that we did not receive the email.

My relative’s response: “Oh, it must still be on its way, then.”

 

Follow-up to “Twitter! Stop adding random tweets to my favorites list!”

About a month or so ago, I put a note in my blog saying that I was having issues with Twitter randomly adding tweets to my favorites list. Once in a while, people would ask me why a particular bland tweet was in my favorites list, and I would have no response because I would not recall ever favoriting the tweet in question.

I asked people to respond to my question if and only if they knew a definite answer to my issue, and that ended up not happening. I got an unnecessarily large response, with most people saying “maybe you accidentally clicked the Favorite button and forgot” or “maybe you have a terrible memory.” Nobody gave me a remotely plausible suggestion.

Earlier today, just by chance, I noticed that hitting the F key while reading a tweet in your web browser will favorite it. I also noticed that all the tweets that recently appeared in my favorites list have been tweets for which I clicked the Detail link, which brings up the tweet on its own page and activates the F keyboard shortcut for favoriting. Taking into consideration the fact that I have an overactive left index finger and accidentally hit the F key a lot, the keyboard shortcut is the reason why I have accidentally been favoriting tweets.

I’m not 100% sure if that’s the true reason or not, but it seems like the most plausible explanation (and more reasonable than me intentionally favoriting a tweet and forgetting that I did it, over and over a­gain.

 

Correction Credit

Last for today, I want to give a shout-out to Arianne for submitting a detailed correction for my web­site.

In my blog post from October 31, 2011, there was a broken link that was supposed to point to a page on the Daily Post on WordPress.com. Instead of the URL working properly, it linked to an internal page on my website that did not exist.

The reason for this error was the fact that instead of using straight apostrophes when wrapping the URL, I accidentally used curly apostrophes (because I had originally written the post in Microsoft Word) and forgot to change them to straight apostrophes before publishing it as a PHP file.

 

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How I Lost My Website

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Late yesterday night, I tweeted about my website disappearing into thin air. In case you missed it, here are the tweets:

A good handful of people have been asking me how exactly you “lose” a website (and on a side note, another good handful have taken this opportunity to persuade me to switch to their host, which I’m not going to do), so I decided to outline what hap­pened that caused my website to disappear.

A while back, I signed up for Cloudflare, which is a service webmasters can use to enhance security on their websites. One of the things Cloudflare does is reroute your traffic through their servers, which helps block malicious users. On top of that, Cloudflare gives you the option to store copies of static files on their local servers so data spends less time traveling to visitors and loading times decrease.

One of the downsides of Cloudflare is that it’s not quite easy to set up if you’re not thorougly familiar with your server’s set-up, and once it does get set up, there are a lot of things that you have to change during your normal usage, such as using the “direct” subdomain when accessing ports, and using the “ftp” subdomain when accessing FTP (rather than just using your regular domain name). Each of these individual services must be documented within Cloudflare, and if one of them isn’t properly added in your Cloudflare domain settings, it will not work properly. For example, if the IP address of your web host’s server is not set properly, Cloudflare will not work properly.

Keeping this in mind, and knowing that my web host switched servers, I knew that I would eventually have to change the settings in my Cloudflare domain settings. Trying to prevent any downtime at all, I updated the IP address to that of the new server as soon as possible. Unfortunately, just changing the IP address is not enough for it to continue working properly, and apparently there was something else I had to change that I did not know about. Shortly after updating the IP address, my website went down.

From this point is when I basically “lost” my website.

Seeing as Cloudflare was no longer able to find my website at the provided IP address, it started serving a cached version of my pages and showed an alert that said my website was offline. After fiddling a­round with my domain name settings some more, I had the faint idea that I possibly was not supposed to update my IP address on my own, and that Cloudflare would do it automatically. So, I reverted my changes and switched my IP address back to the old one.

That didn’t work either.

I knew that my website was somewhere on the Internet, but I wasn’t able to find out its IP address so I wasn’t able to figure out where I would go to access it. To make things worse, there’s this thing called DNS cache, where the link between the domain name and the IP address is cached so changes don’t update globally in real-time. Basically, I was forced into a trial-and-error situation, but between each trial I had to wait anywhere between a few minutes to a few hours to figure out if the trial had worked; to make things even worse, if it did not work, I would have no idea if it either was still updating settings, or if it had already failed to work.

At this point, I was getting extremely frustrated, so I removed my website entirely from Cloudflare and started from scratch. I added my domain to my account as if it were my first time using Cloudflare, and went through the initial set-up wizard so Cloudflare could detect my website’s configuration itself.

But that would be too easy.

Website Offline, No Cached Version Available

That’s better.

After Cloudflare successfully alerted me that Cloudflare was offline in a Cloudception-like manner, I raged a little bit, went to the kitchen to get myself a snack, figured out how terrible aged cheese tastes, itched the top of my head a little bit, then came back to see if Cloudflare was back up.

Knowing my luck, you would probably expect me to say “it wasn’t,” but surprisingly, it actually was back up.

I ran the initial set-up wizard again, waited a little under a minute, and got my results. Cloudflare’s con­clu­sion? It couldn’t find my website either. It asked me to finish setting up the configuration myself.

After almost-literally-but-not-quite falling out of my chair, I removed all traces of Cloudflare from my website, changed my nameservers back to those that point directly to my web host, made a face at my laptop screen, then went to sleep. I figured that if I try this hard and still can’t find my website, it can go die of dehydration.

When I checked again this morning, like an abandoned cat making its way back home, my website re­appeared out of nowhere and worked fine. And, like an abandoned cat, I couldn’t really ask it where it had been.

So that basically sums up this story, as well as the story of my life: try really hard to figure something out, epic fail and take a nap or go to sleep in frustration, then notice the next day that there was a pathetically easy solution to the problem and realize that I wasted several hours the previous day.

 

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I Made It

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I made it.

Today is December 31. I finished one year of daily blogging.

For those of you who have not been with me for my entire journey, I decided at the beginning of this year to blog daily with motivation from the Daily Post at WordPress.com. They recommended bloggers to set a new year’s resolution to blog daily. I, of course, made a new year’s resolution several years ago never to make another new year’s resolution again, and I have not broken that resolution. However, I still decided to accept the challenge of daily blogging, and it was a moderate success.

I thought it was pretty interesting to document a small portion of my life every day for an entire year. Although I don’t really like reading my own blogs or watching my own videos (which I heard happens to a lot of people once they start producing tons of content), I’m sure that later on in the future, I’ll look back at what I did in 2011 and appreciate that I left behind this many memories on the Internet.

I’m sure you would be able to guess this, but no, it was not easy, especially on the days when I didn’t really do anything interesting and had nothing to blog about. Those were the days when all I did was answer a Daily Post prompt or post a Daily Shoot photo.

And, I’m sure you would be able to guess this as well, but no, I am not going to continue blogging daily into 2012. I decided that in 2012, I’ll focus more on the quality of my posts rather than the quantity. You won’t be seeing any short blog posts anymore where the only thing it contains is a single random photograph or a single paragraph of text. Instead, future blog posts will integrate more relevant pictures and have more comedy in the content – similar to what I did a long time ago that got me my first wave of readers. Essentially, all blog posts from now on will be “worth” reading, rather than being “just one of those blog posts that exists so Parkzer can blog every day of the year.”

And, as we all know, my strength in writing lies in telling funny anecdotes to which many people can relate, so I’ll try to do that more often.

So, to everyone who has stayed with me since the beginning, I appreciate your support; to all new readers, expect a stream of good content to come your way in the near future.

I’m going to take a short break from blogging, so I’ll see you all in a few days.

 

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Ed Lam Returns, Part 1 (Photos)

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As promised a few days ago, I went over to Ed Lam’s house today. We took a good handful of photos and got enough footage to make a video. I’m still in the process of editing the video, but I’m done editing all the photos. The photos are posted below, and the video will be released on YouTube later tonight and on my website tomorrow.

You can click on any of the photographs to see a larger version of it.

Ed wanted me to throw in some of his photography into my blog post, so I picked out a few. This first one is a black-and-white photo of his piano. Even though the focal point is strange, I still thought the photo was intriguing.

This is a picture of a bush in Ed’s lawn. At first I thought it was a picture of grass, and that was the effect Ed wanted.

This is a picture of a small, vicious puppy that we came across while Ed and I went to the local park to take photos for my new universal profile picture / avatar. For whatever reason, it loved eating wood­chips, and the owner thought it was a good idea to let it eat wood­chips because apparently wood­chips are rich in fiber. You’ll see a little bit more of this dog in tomorrow’s video.

This was one of the options I had for a new profile picture. Although I like how it turned out, it wasn’t very compatible with the 1:1 aspect ratio of avatars, so I ended up being unable to use it.

This is a picture of me sitting on monkey bars, and is the picture that I ended up using for my new profile picture (which will be coming out on January 1, 2012). This is the first time that I am releasing the original photo of one of my avatars, and you’ll be able to use this to see exactly how much editing goes into one of my avatars (which, if you haven’t noticed already, is a lot).

This next picture is one of my favorites. Why? Because Ed decided that it would be a good idea to focus on the green bar rather than on my face, and because I’m not even looking at the camera.

Ed thought this next picture would look amazing because I would be hanging sideways on a weirdly twist­ed ladder and he would adjust the camera to make it look like I was flat, but the house in the back­ground would be at a strange angle. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out too well, especially because my body is contorted in an attempt to not fall off the horizontal ladder.

This is what Ed wore to the park. He looks like a silly tourist in pajamas.

Ed wanted me to take a picture of him taking a picture of me. His camera lens is very dusty.

And last, but definitely not least, this is Ed having a little bit too much fun driving his imaginary car.

 

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Circuit Clerk Fail

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Based on my experiences from the past few days, I have compiled a list of things that can go wrong while going to your circuit clerk’s office to submit some paperwork.

The first thing that can go wrong is that the receptionist who answers the phone when you call to check business hours has no idea what she is talking about, and tells you that the office is open the day after Christmas, even though Christmas was on a Sunday and the day after Christmas is Christmas Day Observed.

“We are open every week day.”

“Are you sure? Even though this coming Monday is the day after Christmas?”

“We are open every week day.”

“I am going to be very disappointed if you guys are not open.”

“We are open every week day.”

Guess what they were on the day after Christmas?

Closed.

Guess what I was?

Very disappointed.

Earlier today, I stopped by the office for my second attempt. Everything seemed to be going as planned, except for the fact that the circuit clerk’s office is so concerned about security that the only way to communicate with the person with whom you are working is to talk through a five-inch hole in a safety-glass panel and pass papers through a tiny slit towards the bottom of the panel.

Whoever built the glass panel apparently also thought it would be a good idea to make it soundproof as well, because I wasn’t able to hear half the things the receptionist was saying unless I shoved my ear directly up into the tiny hole.

After finally managing to marginally understand what she was saying, I figured out that I was apparently supposed to show more papers to a judge. Although I was slightly confused, I agreed and headed over to the court room.

After checking in with another receptionist, I was put into a waiting list along with other people who were waiting to see the judge for other random reasons.

The line seemed to be going relatively fast until a random old man started having issues.

Apparently, from what I was able to pick up, the issue was that the man didn’t comply with the requests of the security officials who were guarding the entrance of the building. Normally, you’re supposed to remove all items from your pockets and place them in a box, and take off all heavy outerwear, then walk through a metal detector while your belongings go through an x-ray machine (similar to what you do at an airport). Supposedly, the man thought it would be a great idea to not remove his jacket, even though he was told to multiple times.

After he was done wasting everyone’s time, two old women went up to the judge and started having another argument. Apparently, one of the old women’s daughters was supposed to show up to plead guilty or not guilty to a traffic violation she had received, but instead of showing up to court, her mother and her grandmother came on her behalf.

After another good handful of minutes of the judge explaining that the person who receives the violation must show up in court and there can be no substitutions, the old women finally gave up and the daughter was given another opportunity to show up to make her plea.

After over half an hour, it was finally my turn to spend five seconds giving the judge a sheet of paper.

Because I’m sure that story made you as frustrated as I was when I was in the circuit clerk’s office, here’s a random picture I took today of a tranquil lake to soothe your nerves.

Lake

 

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