How or Why did it work?
Or "I no longer understand my Mac."
This seems to be or to become a success story. A very strange success story. I'm sitting at my Old One, while the iBook installs MacOSX Panther. How ever that Panther climbed over the iTree, I don't know. But I better begin at the start.
I tried to upgrade the iBook from 10.2.8 to 10.3. I inserted the CD and clicked through. All went well.
Then the installer started, and I left it alone. It is a Mac after all. It works and I don't have to look after it.
I came back after one or two hours just to see that startup screen dressed in a darker grey and overlayed by an Info: You need to restart.
Aiye!, I thought. The Panther stuck its toe at a thorn. I restarted with the CD (the first one) inserted. Same screen. Once again. Same screen. Seems the Panther got a major black eye from the fall off the tree. I rebooted again. Same to see. The Panther didn't manage to climb to the lower branches, where it could rest, but fell down again.
I tried inserting disc 2. Nothing. Start off disk two, nothing. Always that same screen. But next day the iBook would have to work.
In desperation I connected the iBook to my Old One in FireWire-Mode. Better drug the Panther down, so that the doctor can give it new claws, and maybe it might get up again.
But the doctor needs a first aid kit.
I put the install disk in and started the installer. It told me, it wouldn't run on my Computer even though I only wanted to use it to install a new Cat on the FireWire-Disk aka my iBook.
As the kit wouldn't work on a sleeping Panther, I tried rebooting the Doctor from CD. Maybe it would work, when the doctor was drugged, too, sometimes you get visions then.
Visions is the cue. My LCD told me, the frequency was too high aka showed nothing. I waited some time, till my HardDisk stopped rattling, and when the doctor slept well and might have had his vision trip, I did a cold-reboot.
As the doctor awoke, I was none the wiser and decided to reinstall Jaguar on the iBook. A living striped Cat is better than a dead black one, for health goes first, appearance thereafter.
I fed the Disk to the Cat, while the Doctor still overviewd the process via FireWire, aka his new dream-pipe, and tried to wake the Cat.
Suddenly the Installer showed up again, and the Cat opened its eyes, and a new life began to sparkle in its pupils. Like a blue river it pulsed and the cat moved its claws.
The Doctor wrote his report and waited patiently, and at the moment he still does. Whatever really happened, I can only guess. I think I'd understand as much as from the notes of the doctor. Strange words on paper in unreadable handwriting do compare to strange words on a screen in different languages humans seldom understand.
Now the Medcine Man visits us, and tells me, that everything is OK, and the iBook will do what it should, as long as I have enough Milk to Feed the Cat, and the filk goes on.
I no longer understand my Mac. Maybe the Doctor does now; His eyes seem so dreamly, I wonder, what he took to reach the spirit-soul of the Panther and to bring it back.
Strange and wonderful dreams to all of you, the cat demands disk three, and Bedlam is only ten thousand miles to go.
I wouldn't wonder, if the screen showed 42 by now. Maybe some day I can try the pipe of the doctor and understand the passing of time and space, and then a mouse might appear, and the dolphins will call up to me, to follow them off this world.
A strange being that Cat is.
Stranga estajxo tiu kato estas.
PS: This is what happened. I wrote it in the apple-forums, while I waited for the Panther-installation to complete.
-- Arne Bab.
http://draketo.de
Or "I no longer understand my Mac."
This seems to be or to become a success story. A very strange success story. I'm sitting at my Old One, while the iBook installs MacOSX Panther. How ever that Panther climbed over the iTree, I don't know. But I better begin at the start.
I tried to upgrade the iBook from 10.2.8 to 10.3. I inserted the CD and clicked through. All went well.
Then the installer started, and I left it alone. It is a Mac after all. It works and I don't have to look after it.
I came back after one or two hours just to see that startup screen dressed in a darker grey and overlayed by an Info: You need to restart.
Aiye!, I thought. The Panther stuck its toe at a thorn. I restarted with the CD (the first one) inserted. Same screen. Once again. Same screen. Seems the Panther got a major black eye from the fall off the tree. I rebooted again. Same to see. The Panther didn't manage to climb to the lower branches, where it could rest, but fell down again.
I tried inserting disc 2. Nothing. Start off disk two, nothing. Always that same screen. But next day the iBook would have to work.
In desperation I connected the iBook to my Old One in FireWire-Mode. Better drug the Panther down, so that the doctor can give it new claws, and maybe it might get up again.
But the doctor needs a first aid kit.
I put the install disk in and started the installer. It told me, it wouldn't run on my Computer even though I only wanted to use it to install a new Cat on the FireWire-Disk aka my iBook.
As the kit wouldn't work on a sleeping Panther, I tried rebooting the Doctor from CD. Maybe it would work, when the doctor was drugged, too, sometimes you get visions then.
Visions is the cue. My LCD told me, the frequency was too high aka showed nothing. I waited some time, till my HardDisk stopped rattling, and when the doctor slept well and might have had his vision trip, I did a cold-reboot.
As the doctor awoke, I was none the wiser and decided to reinstall Jaguar on the iBook. A living striped Cat is better than a dead black one, for health goes first, appearance thereafter.
I fed the Disk to the Cat, while the Doctor still overviewd the process via FireWire, aka his new dream-pipe, and tried to wake the Cat.
Suddenly the Installer showed up again, and the Cat opened its eyes, and a new life began to sparkle in its pupils. Like a blue river it pulsed and the cat moved its claws.
The Doctor wrote his report and waited patiently, and at the moment he still does. Whatever really happened, I can only guess. I think I'd understand as much as from the notes of the doctor. Strange words on paper in unreadable handwriting do compare to strange words on a screen in different languages humans seldom understand.
Now the Medcine Man visits us, and tells me, that everything is OK, and the iBook will do what it should, as long as I have enough Milk to Feed the Cat, and the filk goes on.
I no longer understand my Mac. Maybe the Doctor does now; His eyes seem so dreamly, I wonder, what he took to reach the spirit-soul of the Panther and to bring it back.
Strange and wonderful dreams to all of you, the cat demands disk three, and Bedlam is only ten thousand miles to go.
I wouldn't wonder, if the screen showed 42 by now. Maybe some day I can try the pipe of the doctor and understand the passing of time and space, and then a mouse might appear, and the dolphins will call up to me, to follow them off this world.
A strange being that Cat is.
Stranga estajxo tiu kato estas.
PS: This is what happened. I wrote it in the apple-forums, while I waited for the Panther-installation to complete.
-- Arne Bab.
http://draketo.de
