Mastiff
December 26th, 2004, 10:00 AM
Once upon a time there was a nice, little boy called Mastiff who had a nice, little multi-zone system, controlled by another nice, little thing called Girder and another nice, little thing called NetRemote. In the fall the nice little Mastiff started having a not so nice problem that every now and then a certain, not very nice album was playing in the zone that was designated for his nice, little pillow speaker that covered up his very annoying tinnitus (after a naughty, little shooting accident when the nice, little Mastiff was in his early teens and his naughty, little brother shot the .22 caliber gun a few inches to the right of his right ear (left of his right ear would have made this story very short indeed!)) when Mastiff wanted to get a nice, little nights sleep.
Suddenly, on Christmas day, when the nice, little Mastiff was playing with his nice, little laptop adjusting some nice, little settings on his brute monster of a HTPC (got you off guard there, huh? :wink: ) he saw the nice little Girder OSDc showing that a nice, little remote button with the nice, little digit 1 was pressed. He immedeadly ran to the nice, little bedroom, only stopping briefly to marvel at the nice, huge Aragorn and Arwen on the a bedroom wall, chasing the nice, little remote. And the nice, little remote was totally innocent. It was laying there, with nothing on it.
That really made Mastiff scratch his nice, little nuts. Then the idea came to him: The nice, little notebook was maybe being a little naughty? And it was! It was trying to contact other, nice little IR enabled units all the time, and the nice, little IR extender sendt that naughty, little IR signal to the nice, little IRMan IR receiver in the nice, little server room in the nice, big basement. And once in a while that naughty, little IR signal from the nice, little laptop matched exactly the nice, little signal that meant the nice, little digit 1. So the naughty, little gremlin was removed, and the nice, little Mastiff lived happily ever after...until the next gremlin came along.
And the moral of the story: Whatever you do, there will always be another gremlin there to kill!
Suddenly, on Christmas day, when the nice, little Mastiff was playing with his nice, little laptop adjusting some nice, little settings on his brute monster of a HTPC (got you off guard there, huh? :wink: ) he saw the nice little Girder OSDc showing that a nice, little remote button with the nice, little digit 1 was pressed. He immedeadly ran to the nice, little bedroom, only stopping briefly to marvel at the nice, huge Aragorn and Arwen on the a bedroom wall, chasing the nice, little remote. And the nice, little remote was totally innocent. It was laying there, with nothing on it.
That really made Mastiff scratch his nice, little nuts. Then the idea came to him: The nice, little notebook was maybe being a little naughty? And it was! It was trying to contact other, nice little IR enabled units all the time, and the nice, little IR extender sendt that naughty, little IR signal to the nice, little IRMan IR receiver in the nice, little server room in the nice, big basement. And once in a while that naughty, little IR signal from the nice, little laptop matched exactly the nice, little signal that meant the nice, little digit 1. So the naughty, little gremlin was removed, and the nice, little Mastiff lived happily ever after...until the next gremlin came along.
And the moral of the story: Whatever you do, there will always be another gremlin there to kill!