For The Ride
Thursday. A now typical slow to get started morning, but lots of sleep last night, awakening at nine, off to breakfast feeling hungry and ordering something a little more elaborate than is my norm, back to the apartment around ten-thirty to see that the second webcam had arrived. OK, unpack it carefully as I'll probably have to use the packaging to return the first (defective) camera to B&H. Plug this new one in and start the setup procedure. And, as long as that's going on, connect the old camera to a second computer and start the setup routine on that one, a routine that's failed a number of times, but what the hell, we have two cameras here now, failing at twice the rate is now possible.
The old “defective” unit sailed through setup, the new camera failed. Run the new camera through the same procedure that had just worked with the old camera and it too came up like a shot. Do I know why this happened? Not a hundred percent, but I'm pretty sure. My fault? Yeah. Do I feel guilty? Hell no. Now I have toys to play with, images to produce, trouble to make, history to create!
History to create?
Web history. We live in grandiose times with plenty of self inflated egos to feed the fire. Think Burning Man here. Rockets to the moon!
Calm down, please. This is a family program.
Just as long as Disney isn't involved.
Later. OK, the wireless access point is up and running with security enabled - can't run them without security anymore or outliers looking for a connection will suck up all your bandwidth - and things are working fine except I can't quite get the cameras to connect. Through wireless. Plug in a cable and they work just fine. Decent video. The character in the image recognizable. All the stuff you want. Is there a solution? Sure, no problem, but I'd kinda like it to be simple. Something I can find before I meet some of the usual crew for a beverage later this afternoon.
Later still. I'm done for the day. Met with Mr. E, Mr. S and Mr. M for a couple of Guinness at five-thirty, listened as they discussed art and life, split for home while they headed for another place to continue the evening, the back aching for whatever reason. Nothing really strenuous today, why an aching back sitting on a stool? When's the time I've had an aching back, anyway? Mumble. No resolution to the wireless webcam connection, but it will sort itself out. It always does. I'm just along for the ride. Here in Oakland.