The issue is not anything directly affecting me, it's the users unlucky enough to have bought laptops with that OS pre-installed who are completely unable to log on to their home folders or other shares on my server. An online friend also has a Linux server and he owns a laptop running NT6.0. He is able to connect to samba shares on his server, but I have tried logging into mine with two separate laptops now and neither get past authenticating the connection (actually it doesn't even seem they get that far).
I downloaded NT6.1.7100 (Windows 7 Release Candidate) this evening and installed it in a virtual machine in the hope of using that to debug the problem. It connected to the server first time! At least that means the problem will go away when NT6.1 is released (unless Microsoft break something between now and then of course!) but it gets me no closer to being able to provide working file access to two fifths of my users.
bah.
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( 0 / 0 )I'm watching you! Like a fly on the... ceiling
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om nom nom
this is probably too tall and completely missed the point, but meh it was a delicious cake
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( 2.8 / 11 )Hopefully you will all have not noticed at all that this website has now moved over to the new web server. If you do find anything broken then please let me know. I think I've caught all the obvious issues (like the new server being stricter about case sensitivity in file names and so breaking most of my photo galleries).
It took a lot of swearing and reinstalling of packages to get email working but I think I've got that sorted finally, and partly related to that if you were getting e-mail blog alerts you will need to follow the link over there on the sidebar and subscribe again, as that mailing list is being driven by completely new software etc.
One slight change to the blog is that I finally figured out the other day how to make the comments appear in the right order, I was being thick and not looking in the right place in the setup all this time!
This weekend Alison and Sam came to visit to make me stop being mental and cheer me up a bit. We pottered about here on Friday afternoon (Including going for a nice walk around the campus, carefully avoiding the crazy people with drums and banners who don't like missiles)
We got in touch with SimonG and Jess to see what they were up to, and all went out to Frankie & Benny's for some delicious food (and helium balloons!).
On Saturday we went out to Harrogate for a bit of a drive and to look at some shops. I took a photo of a milepost, just because I took my camera and felt that carrying it around all day and not taking a picture of anything is silly!
we went to a lovely Thai restaurant for dinner, and then on the way home stopped off at the outlet shopping centre where I bought a ginormous new (actually not ugly at all) mug from Whittard.
it holds more tea than my teapot can actually make!
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( 2.6 / 24 )A blocked nose, a rotten sore throat, and most of the time spent in bed/asleep having bizarre dreams/hallucinations.
I shall do a Scribbler and tell you all about the two weirdest ones. If only because one of them "starred" Scribbler himself, and I was reading his blog yesterday (I suspect that's *why* he appeared in my weird dream)
Dream Numero Uno: Starring Scribbler as himself
I somehow found myself at Scrib's house visiting him for some reason, I have no idea how I got there but I had no money, phone, or anything else. Only the clothes I was standing up in. In fact I may have woken up outside his house or something cause I think he lent me his t-shirt (I bet scrib can guess which one...). Scrib took me to the railway station (a massive place 30 times the size of Kings Cross... I suspect that's not entirely accurate) and graciously gave me his corned beef sandwiches (even though I don't like corned beef) as I was starving.
I think I woke up around that point, which is good because I don't know how I was going to get a train ticket all the way home with only a bag of corned beef sandwiches to my name.
Dream The Second: Starring Random Caretaker as the bus driver, and 15 armed goons as the Laser Blaster Police Death Squad.
Picture the scene, in a post apocalyptic setting (think Mad Max/Judge Dredd) I teleport into the dream, clothes torn, no idea of my identity and being shot at by armed goons with laser blasters. ("Oh Boy" as Sam Beckett would say).
I ran across the roof of the warehouse and ducked down into a vent, sliding down through all the years of accumulated clutter and frantically trying to get my bearings and find somewhere to hide.
I was chased around these buildings for a while, hiding in the abandoned junk before The Caretaker found me.
He distracted the police while I dived into a large green double decker bus. It hadn't been obvious before, in the industrial detritus around the edges of the hall, but this was a bus station, full of rotting old buses in various states of decay (I should explain at this point that while this is clearly the future the bus station was like On The Buses, old fashioned double deckers with separated cabs and rear platform access etc. I guess the apocalyptic event happened a long while in the past and everything sat for decades decaying before humans came back to inhabit the place).
The Caretaker pulled a lever and then jumped into the cab. the huge doors shuddered open, the more rotten of the planks near the top falling down in clouds of dust and cobwebs. The bus roared forwards and sped off down the road, leaving the police stood firing their blasters ineffectually in our direction as we disappeared along the road.
At this point the caretaker explained to me that I was a no-body and that because I had no correct identity the Police assume I was an enemy spy. (maybe they have some sort of tracking chips in the future I don't know)
After we lost the police they didn't seem to care any more and didn't re-appear again. We returned to the bus station and I set about trying to find a purpose for my presence in this old bus station.
I explained buses to the caretaker and we decided to resurrect the bus service. We found a couple of old moth eaten uniforms, he being the driver, and me as the conductor. We devised a bus service for a post apocalyptic world, carrying passengers around and distributing food and clean water (we originally planned a combined bus and milkman service before realising there are no dairies in a decaying radioactive desert world). We scrubbed up the green bus, all nice and shiny and clean and that was when I woke up again to the sound of the cleaner vacuuming next door and got a drink of lucozade.
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