The MF Printer
I just bought a laser printer. I’ve wanted one for ages for a number of reasons.
First, our printer is old and crotchety and will only talk to old and crotchety computers, and my computer is relatively young and sprightly. They don’t see eye-to-eye.
Second, I seem to print a lot of stuff for school. That takes forever on an inkjet. Yeah, I have an 800-page-ish printing allotment (per semester) at school, but it’s nice to be able to print stuff at home, too.
Third, and this may be the most important reason: RAIN PROOF CUE CARDS, yo.
So when I spotted a really nice deal on a well-rated laser printer at Amazon, I went ahead and ordered one. Because Prime is the bomb, it arrived two days later, on Thursday, in the giant box pictured in yesterday’s post.
Today, I set it up. When I fired up the driver CD-ROM (OMG! This is so like 1998!), I received the following message:
Now, I am the first to admit that my inner child often takes the form of a sarcastic eleven-year-old … and my inner child saw that and just about died laughing.
It turns out that the model number of the printer is MF4880dw — a somewhat unfortunate name for what has turned out to be a fantastic little printer (of a much more reasonable size than suggested by the size of the box; they just pack it really well — which I guess is good, since it was lying flat on its back on my porch when I got home yesterday).
Anyway. So now I’ve got my MF printer, and I’ve installed the MF drivers, and it’s working beautifully. It’s fast. It’s quiet. It’s wireless. It produces crisp monochrome printouts that look fabulous. And the MF drivers work fine.
I’m also wrestling with an episode of black, bitter, restive, and unstable moods. The humor may have been crass, but I needed the laugh today — so I’d like to thank Canon for making a great MF printer and giving me a laugh.
I didn’t get out on the bike today. We’ll see how it goes tomorrow. Denis flies out on Thursday for Burning Man, where he’d better have enough fun for both of us.
That’s it for now.
Keep the rubber side down.