Wednesday, February 27, 2008
FTP! But what does it mean?
Fire the Panzers!
Fire the President!(a rallying call at work, hmmmm)
Free the Pandas!
Feel the Pain?
Ok, so it's File Transfer something-with-a-P. Whatever. I am astounded by the lengths I go to in order to understand a technology that really means very little to me, but has insidiously injected itself into every corner of my life. C'est la vie.
Props to Danny who gamely held my hand as he talked me through some DOS nightmare on my computer. He was so cute--he actually asked me how much I remembered about DOS. Uh-huh. I remember "c:\" and "a:\" and then it goes down hill fast. Don't ask me what the commands are. I mean really, if it doesn't have a cute little animated button that turns around while cheesy music plays, I don't know how to use it.
Twenty years after the power supply died on the IBM clone with the state-of-the-art matrix printer, causing me to show up at my parents' house crying and holding a floppy disk that really was floppy and contained an early draft of the thesis that was now eternally lost, and I still don't back up my crap, and the boy asks me if I remember DOS.
I'm lucky if I remember my name.
Anyway, mission impossible turned into mission accomplished, thanks to Danny Boy. I'd sing for you, but I like you.