- From: Lord Gazwad of Grantham <gazwad@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 19:14:39 +0100
Dave, <dhaas007@xxxxxxxxx>, the apprenticed, spayed dessert, and grocer,
> "old jon" <ImNotIn@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
>> "Dave" <dhaas007@xxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
>>> How in the hell do you get help when help doesn't work. We have a
>>> printer that won't work on an XP computer. I have changed cables
>>> and even printers still no luck. When I go to use the trouble
>>> shooter I get nothing. zip, zero. Any suggestions. I swear these
>>> Microsoft people did this on purpose!
>> MS don`t like guys called Dave. You`ll have to change your name to
>> Bill. <g>.
>> Have you had a look in Device Manager to see if the printer is
>> recognised ?.
>> You could Uninstall your printer there. Switch the printer on, and
>> restart the computer
>> XP will find new hardware and ask you for the software. HTH.
>> best wishes..OJ
> Thanks for the info. I had that in the back of my mind but didn't
> want to try it just yet. These things get me frustrated. I think I
> will let my Daughter work on the problem when she comes in Monday. The
> wife and daughter use the computers for their tax/accounting
> business. I use them for pleasure. :) We have more computers than
> Bill :)
You use your wife and your daughter for pleasure?
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in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.