You have to be an administrator to do this!
[ol][li]Install Palm Desktop 6.2.2[/li][li]Unzip the Aceeca drivers into a directory[/li][li]Connect your cradle to a USB port[/li][li]Put the Tungsten in the cradle.[/li][li]Open the computer’s Device Manager.[/li][li]Start Palm Desktop. It should tell you it can’t find the device driver. [/li][li]On the Device Manager, find the little yellow triangle for the not found device [NB: If you don’t see the device not found, try pressing the HotSync button. Sometimes the sync operation fails before you can get things open and installed.][/li][li]Right-click on it[/li][li]Select Update Driver Software[/li][li]Select Browse my computer for driver software[/li][li]Navigate to the directory you unzipped the Aceeca drivers to[/li][li]Click Next[/li][li]Click Install[/li][/ol]You should get a success message. Aceeca has a troubleshooting guide with pretty much these directions. It just doesn’t mention needing Desktop 6.2.2.
It’s nice to have things working. Too bad Project Ackeron was never ported to the higher PalmOS, I liked that game. It was pretty complex for something that small. Ah, well.
Hey there belligerent street person! No need to get all upset because I didn’t move fast enough for you on the light rail boarding platform. But–just a head’s up–the next time you pursue me to rant about what a punk I am…well, there might be some law enforcement involvement, and I don’t think it will go well for you.
As I’m discovering, because none of the Palm programs backed up whereas the non-Palm programs did. Which is to say, SplashID, which is my password manager, backed up Just Fine, but the calendar, contacts, etc., did not. So we’ll see what we can do about that but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
Thank you, for the step by step instructions, too.
You can count me in with the Luddites. My game of the moment is Heretic (yes, DOS.) And I’m thinking of figuring out how to run Zork next.
This is most definitely mini - I’m not all that irritated by it, but it does make me wonder a little every time it happens. When we eat out, the server asks if we’re done with the plate before clearing it - when there isn’t a scrap of food left on it. What else do they think we’re going to do with it - lick the plate clean? I get why they do it (rather than just grabbing the plate and running), but surely there’s a better way to ask.
In Navarra they usually ask that, in Madrid they ask “are you done?” Like you, I usually leave my plates absolutely clean, so I find this second version completely stupid. No, honey, I’m about to start biting into the plate, could you bring me the salt shaker?
Benadryl will help with the itchiness. Of course, it always puts me out like a light, too, so I spend less time awake, which means less time that I’m miserable. I use lip balm, the sort for chapped lips, if I’m blowing my nose too often.
I have a very dumb phone, and I had it lobotomized before I took it home. That is, I had the salesman remove the capability to send and receive texts. The only texts I’ve ever received have been from spammers, so I don’t miss texting at all. My contacts know to send me email, because I generally don’t answer either the landline OR the cell, I just let it go to voicemail.
I want to know how spammers get away with sending texts. My nasty, suspicious mind tends to think that the phone companies WANT those spam texts sent, after all, the consumer pays for them.
Well, that was a “nice” weekend. It started out okay, my husband and I were sanding and staining the bookcase we built last weekend. We’re not too good at it, so there are some ugly spots and that makes me a little sad.
My son spent Friday night with his friend, then stayed Saturday too. I guess he’s up to the age where he just wants to be gone all the time. More sad.
Then Sunday I was sick all day, headache and throwing up. I still managed to get up periodically all day long to do all the household laundry. My husband worked on the bookcase alone, and I had wanted to help. We didn’t go to the gym, which he wanted to do.
Nightfall and the weekend’s over, there’s always so much work to be done and we didn’t do it. We had a big fight. I don’t remember what touched it off, but we always fight about the same issue and it’s a serious one. We’re still in barely-speaking mode this morning. Days like this I wonder how much longer we can go on.
It’s rained for three days straight now. The pets are getting hard to deal with.
Then my daughter sends me this email: “I am having the worst day. Wanna just take off work and go hang out at the mall or McDonald’s or something? To me, that would be worth all the birthday gifts in the world.”
Of course, no can do. Then I stupidly read the baby-killing thread. I think I’ll go outdoors and hope for lightning to strike me.
mrAru and I drove up to my Mom’s outside Rochester NY, a distance of some 380 miles from here. Went great until about half way there and we decided to break for a bit of lunch. I can’t do McDonalds, the food gives me the runs - I can’t do canola oil. Did the flatbread chicken salad sandwich from Dunkin Donuts. I then spend an hour each in the next 2 rest areas crapping my brains out. Immodium doesn’t even stop it. Spend the next 18 hours alternating between trying to sleep it off and time in the bathroom.
I still feel like someone pounded the crap out of me. Now I essentially can’t eat at any of the rest areas on road trips, I have to bring my own damned food so I won’t get fed anything I am allergic to or have a dietary sensitivity to. Yay me.
I would love it if it were my gallbaldder, I could have it terminated with extreme prejudice and get on with life.
I had an Oyster, loved that phone! I kept it until the battery wouldn’t hold a charge anymore.
Hey Walmart cashier, I know you saw your floor manager grab my cart and steer me to your lane. I also know you heard me say “I have more than 20 items!” I also know you heard the floor manager say “That’s ok, she’s not busy.” I also know your floor manager heard me say to take it up with her if you didn’t like it when I saw you point to the 20 items sign then roll your eyes at me. I was perfectly willing to go to another lane with my 23 items. God, I hate Walmart. I only go there when I absolutely have to, and even that’s too often. :mad:
I was served chicken salad at a luncheon once; my body rejected it at about 3 that afternoon. It was sadly recognizable, and was such a memorable experience that I haven’t touched chicken salad since.
My rant: my Linksys wireless router is crapping out on me. I wanted to use my birthday Best Buy gift card for something fun, dammit!!! :mad:
Oh, and one of the crapware apps that came preinstalled on my phone has inexplicably started acting up. Removing the crapware involves rooting the phone…I’m too scared to do that.
And an update to the update (if anyone cares). What is actually working is Desktop 6.2.2, Aceeca’s hotsync driver, and a little utility called PalmHotSyncSetup from Pimlico Software to fix the problems with the contacts list, etc., not syncing up.
My only remaining gripes are that I **must **be signed in to my administrator account to not only HotSync, but to use the Palm Desktop at all. See, I’ve only recently adopted using the admin/restricted user accounts habit (fresh, with this laptop!), and I haven’t entirely figured out how to fix it so things installed on the admin account are available on the limited account. And that’s assuming that the Palm Desktop stuff would work on the limited account, which I’m not so sure of.
Having to log out of one and into the other to do the backup is a minor irritation. The *real *PITA, though, is that HotSync starts automatically for both accounts and it’s not finding stuff in the limited account and then it BITCHES about it. And I can’t even start Palm Desktop in the limited account. <grumble>
I’ll probably work out how to fix this at some point, but until I do, I’m going to be peeved everyday when I turn on the laptop and log into the restricted access account.
