HP Pavilion 6310y Crazy Behavior

I’ve been having start up and freezing problems for the past week, and I don’t know what to do next.
I have an HP Pavilion 6310y, purchased in March, running Windows 7, 6GB memory, and a Western Digital 1 TB HD.
The problems started about a week ago, when pages on the internet started flashing out of the blue. After rebooting, the computer would load up and run fine for about 3-4 minutes, then lock up (that little spinning circle/hourglass thingy kept spinning and spinning.) Also, the hard drive indicator (orange light) was solid. After attempting to immediately reboot, the computer would proceed to the blue HP splash screen (with all the F commands), and just stop there. No indication of any hard drive activity at all.
I shut it down overnight, and tried anew the next morning. It would boot up OK, so I tried to run a virus scan, with MSE. It came back clean. I tried to run sfc/scannow, but it wouldn’t work. After various boot attempts throughout the next day or so, the computer would only run for a few minutes before locking up. I managed to get a copy of Malwarebytes on the desktop and did a scan—it came up clean.
I then unplugged everything, took off the cover, and cleaned the dust out of the case. I checked to see if all of the fans were working, and they were. When I put it back together, it seemed to work fine. In fact, it ran for most of a day without any stoppages. But soon enough, the freezing problem came back. Since then, some of my programs disappeared (like Notepad), as well as some screen saver pictures and mp3’s.
I first thought this was a virus, then a heat issue. Now I’m pretty sure it’s a hardware problem.
Some of the warning messages I’ve gotten in the past week include:
- “Reboot and Select proper Boot device or Insert Boot Media in selected Boot device and press a key”
-“Windows Resource Protection could not perform the requested operation”
-WerFault.exe-corrupt file. C\:windows\winsxs\FileMaps is corrupt and unreadable. Please run the chkdsk utility”
-“Status 0xc00000e9 An unexpected i/o error has occurred.”
-“Failure to display security and shut down options.”
The computer would also run chkdsk randomly on reboot.
I always had the antivirus program running, as well as Windows Firewall. I don’t use any P2P download software. I tried to boot with an Ubuntu Live CD to try to recover some files, but after about ten minutes of trying to work my way around, it also froze on me. I am now convinced that the hard drive is dying.
Please help me in any way you can. Thank you.

I haven't seen many issues with Western Digital hard drives but you might want to check their web site for firmware updates.
If you can get sfc/scannow to run then you have a big issue.
Keep your data backup and burn a set of the HP Recovery Disks if you haven't already done so. It takes three DVD+Rs. You might need to try a full recovery back to day one factory fresh.
If your PC is still under warranty then contact HP support.
HP's support number is 800-474-6836 or 800-HPINVENT or online here.
Try this bootable memory diagnostic disk to make sure that your dimms are clean: Download memtest86 iso file and burn it to disk using Imgburn.
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HP Photosmart Premium C309G, HP Photosmart 6520
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            "Yes sir. Geosynchronous. I am hardly moving our sensor array any longer to keep up with it's movement. It is stationary now. I've never heard of anything like this before, sir. It didn't need to establish an orbit by increments, but appeared to just be there, if you know what I mean, sir.”
            "Yes, I guess I do. Stay with it son, you're doing great.”
            The room where console 30 was situated was very large. Cavernous. It was full of computers, consoles, screens, maps, and every high tech electrical gadget necessary for impressive global snooping and deployment of forces. It also had the average TV in a few places, usually so management could keep an eye on sensitive news around the world, which sometimes helped give them a well rounded view of what was going on from different points of view. At this time the TV picture that was on was replaced by a TV picture of what console 30 was looking at and tracking. Someone noticed it and brought it to everyone else's attention. All the TV's had the same image of what was on console 30. It was a public TV, and when someone changed the station, all the channels had the same thing. All the data and the image that console 30 saw was on all the TV channels. This was true around the whole world, though nobody knew that yet.
            "Hey !” yelled Bates, "What the heck is going on here! This is supposed to be a secret !"
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            In Washington the House Of Representatives emptied out, everyone running for cover, except Senator McCain, as if a new dose of suspicious white powder had been discovered in someone's mailbox. They left messages on their answering machines, saying things like, "We're not in at the moment, but please leave your name and a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible.” The White House smuggled various people out of town to house them in secret subterranean camps, safe from threats and able to carry on as the new government if something terrible happened to the old government topside. Alien spaceships appearing out of nowhere constituted a “threat” according to the protocol covering generic situations where nobody knew what was going on but things were far from normal.
            Everywhere around the world people were talking about the alien spaceship. A lot of people, who had been fans of U.F.O. stories for many years, kept saying, "I told you SO!" They were no more prepared for what to actually DO now that one had appeared as anyone else. However, despite a lack of knowing how to react to the appearance of a spaceship those who always believed in them felt superior to those who didn’t believe in them, for the first time. Some of them thought they could now boss their family members around and wound up in fist fights. It was a short lived feeling of superiority for most. Many people kept looking up, although they couldn't see anything new, and many imagined seeing things that weren't there. From way up in the sky, looking down, the busy people rushing about with their daily lives seemed much the same as before. Only now a lot more faces could be seen (a few with black eyes), where before only the tops of their heads were visible.
            Emergency meetings and high level talks rushed into session all over the world, but nobody saw those people on a day to day basis anyway, so they weren't missed. It seemed to those in the meetings and talks that the separations that existed between them and the rest of the world got more noticeable, and some of them wondered if whether it was a good thing to be "in control" at this time, because nobody was in as much control as they thought. Aliens with a giant spaceship put a very big question mark over everything. In some ways civilization was a very fragile thing.
            Looting in Los Angeles began in earnest when the TV's started broadcasting console 30's images. Nobody knows why the people of Los Angeles go on a looting rampage whenever something of significance happens in the world. The city was unable to deal with it and called out the National Guard. There were a few National Guardsmen in California rather than in Iraq, and they came to Los Angles to watch people loot the city. Eventually everyone looting got pretty tired carrying heavy appliances and went home.
            In isolated cases those who were angry got angrier. These, the disaffected people of the United States in particular, started yelling about how the government was corrupt, the President was evil, Corporations ran the world (not too far off on that one - but even a blind squirrel will find a nut sometimes), and now the aliens were probably going to demand free trade and further erode the working man’s ability to make a decent living. Luckily this sort of person stays home mostly, as few people in public places have much patience with them. Their spouses suffer the most. Some of these people couldn’t wait to ask the aliens what they thought about gay marriage and stem cell research.
            The stock market plummeted and the exchanges had to stop trading to keep it from crashing. Gold prices soared. Many rich people thought they could go anywhere they wanted with their pockets full of gold, which they could trade in for food and so on.
            The gold dog would change that, but not yet, and not in this story.
            Some of the more far out alien worshipping church groups demonstrated in front of the U.N., appearing so suddenly and quickly after the TV showed the spaceship many people wondered how they could possibly get there so fast. The demonstrators chanted slogans about "Aliens Are Here To Save Us.” Oddly enough they were right. Some of the demonstrators wore little antennas on their heads. New Yorkers ignored them as they rushed back and forth trying to make money, which is just about all New Yorkers do nowadays. Well, not the younger ones so much, as they are generally living with roommates and have tons of social activities and boundless energy. Within an hour of the spaceship sighting the U.N. called together an emergency meeting of the General Assembly to address the issue. They could be seen making their way through the hundreds of alien worshippers, some of whom tried to sell alien antenna headgear to the diplomats, without much success.
            Dave was still standing outside the stage, hoping against hope he could reach the safety of his car, with Robodog sitting close by, watching him.
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            Dave took out his cell phone and tried calling his home, to tell his wife everything was OK, which it wasn't, and for her to tell the kids not to worry, cause he was, and that he would be home soon, which was unlikely. If he had got through she would have seen through this typical Dave stuff right away, but she wouldn't have let on. As it happens his cell phone didn't work. He wasn't surprised, and looked at Robodog.
            "Are you making my cell phone not work?” asked Dave.
            "Affirmative,” said Robodog, which surprised Dave, since the dog didn't talk too often. It also surprised the crowd of people and police officers standing around wondering how long it would be before something solved this mystery of the dog's appearance and purpose, and when it would go away. Everyone knew about the spaceship, thanks to the fact the whole world was seeing it and talking about it. At the moment the dog was of more interest to these people than a spaceship hundreds of miles up in the sky. This dog, they figured, was certainly connected with the spaceship, or they would eat their hats.
            A bunch of black cars drove into the now police protected gates to the stage complex and parked nearby. Some men in black suits got out and walked over to the crowd and one of the men in a black suit talked with the senior policeman near the crowd. As usual the newcomers had that bewildered look after seeing Robodog. Robodog didn't turn his head or move, but kept looking at Dave. The policeman introduced the stage manager to the man in the black suit, who turned out to be an F.B.I. agent. There was also a State Department agent, a D.E.A. agent, a C.I.A. agent and other agents who preferred to remain anonymous, who had come in the newly arrived cars. They all tried making calls on their cell phones, but found the phones didn't work. One went back to a car, but came out again quickly, because the car phone didn't work either. There was some muttering and mumbling and general conversation about procedure, plans and priorities. One of the men in black looked up into the sky but didn't see anything unusual. It was becoming a sort of nervous tic, looking up.
            "Hey you guys,” said Dave.
            Everyone looked at Dave now, instead of the dog.
            "I'm going to get in my car and get out of here, if you don't mind. I've had enough of this standing around, and I don't care what the dog does, I'm getting in my car now.”
            "You can't do that, sir,” said the F.B.I. man. "Nobody is going to do anything until our van gets here so we can get the dog in the van safely and without incident."
            Robodog looked at the F.B.I. man. That made the man nervous, cause he hadn't seen the dog move before, hadn't seen how the reflections and skin of the dog shimmered and flowed when it moved. He was certain the dog was an alien now, there was absolutely no doubt the dog was not from anywhere on earth.
            "Can you understand me, sir?” asked the man of Robodog.
            "Yes,” said Robodog. "My name is Robodog. I am going with Dave in his car. Dave will be OK,” and Robodog looked over at Dave and wagged his tail, to reassure him. Dave thought, "Oh God, this is really one messed up day.”
            Robodog said to Dave, "Come drive me in your car. I am a friendly dog. I won't hurt you or anybody, and you can't hurt me either, so don't worry." With that the dog just walked right over to Dave's car, whereupon the two front doors opened all by themselves, and Robodog jumped into the passenger seat, looking for all the world like a regular dog wanting to go for a ride. "Don't do it, sir, Stand where you are!” said the F.B.I. man. For some reason that bossy attitude bothered Dave, and the thought of driving away with the dog didn't seem such a terrible idea. Now he really wanted to get away from all these official agents and police people, and if the dog wanted to go with him, fine. He walked over to his car, and as he did a few of the agents started to move toward Dave, but stopped short as they felt themselves blocked by some kind of mushy invisible force. Like walking into a giant invisible marshmallow. "Don't go anywhere, that's an order!" they yelled at Dave. Dave got in the driver's side, closed his door, rolled down the window and said to everyone, "Look out, I'm driving out of here!"
            Most of the crowd of film people moved aside and even started to think about getting in their cars too, and head for home, where they thought they might find out more about what was going on. But for now they couldn't budge from wanting to see what would happen to Dave and the dog. Some thought, "Poor Dave, he's bewitched or something by that dog,” while others thought, "Poor Dave, he's going to be alien-knapped.” But the agents and police people thought only one thing, and it was shared without variation by all of them, "That damn idiot and that dog are deliberately disobeying our orders!" The F.B.I. man, still trying to walk through the invisible marshmallow, drew his weapon and yelled, "Oh no you don't mister, GET OUT OF THAT CAR NOW!" The pistol went flying out of his hand and up in the air about 4 stories, where it veered over to land on the roof of the stages.
            "Don't worry,” said Robodog, "We won't be harmed or stopped. Just drive out and take it easy, and head east when you can."
            "OK,” said Dave. And he started his car, put it into gear, and headed slowly out of his parking spot, toward the front gate. What Dave saw as he drove slowly out was a magical invisible force moving everyone and everything slowly and carefully out of his way, as if a giant invisible hand was simply moving people and cars to the side. People's feet didn't move, but their whole bodies just kind of slid easily off to the side, staying in the same pose they were in when they began to be moved. It reminded Dave of a Christmas gift he gave to his mom one year. It was a music box with skating figures, and a little winter park scene around a frozen pond. The figures had steel disks for feet and inside the music box were magnets that moved under the pond, making the figures move about like gliding statues. The cars moved out of the way like that, the crowd, the agents, the police people at the gate, everything just slid away to the side. Their shouts and orders to Dave sounded muffled, as if he were surrounded by invisible cotton. "Oh boy,” said Dave, as he thought maybe he would take it easy driving for once, and not try to race anywhere to catch up with his life. He felt like everything was starting fresh. He sighed deeply, and thought, "Why me?” and drove away from Silvercup Studios.
            After the shock of coming under some weird force field control was over, all the people in the Silvercup complex became themselves again, shouting wildly and waving their arms and running in circles as Dave's car drove out of sight.
            "Did you SEE that?” said the stage manager to the script girl. She was crying and terrified and trying to get out of the crowd to her car, but she forgot where she parked it, and she got more terrified, thinking her forgetfulness was the result of alien stuff screwing around with her brain. The stage manager grabbed her, shook her like a rag doll, "I said, Hey, pay attention damn it," shaking her more, "This could be the end of the whole world, do you REALIZE THAT?!" The stage manager was losing control. He looked wild.
            The police and many agents from all the agencies ran frantic to their cars and jumped in them so they could race after Dave. Some were already on their cell phones, yelling into them, "It's an alien DOG I say! It's loose! It's in a car now! It took control of us and moved us around with some kind of force field!" The people on the other end of these calls started to feel the panic of the callers. They wanted to be where the agents were so they could get things under control, since apparently the agents already there had failed to do so. "We are in pursuit now, and will keep you updated. Meantime, get the president to declare the city in a state of emergency, get the mayor on it, the governor, get the command center on it!" The cars screeched out of the Silvercup complex, a couple of policemen at the gate jumping out of the way just in time. The cars disappeared from view, but their sirens, horns and screeching tires could be heard for some time. Everyone they left behind also ran to their cars and starting talking on their cell phones, and with only a couple of minor fender benders, and a little screaming at each other, managed to get the hell out of there and head for home. The stage manager stared after them all, and yelled at them, saying, "It's the end of the world I tell you!” his eyes crazy.
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            Bates, at console 30, under the mountain, held a red phone to his ear as he watched the screen over the shoulder of his technician. The TV's still had the image of console 30, even after they tried to turn off console 30 and cut power off to console 30. For some reason console 30 would not be turned off and the TV's would not show anything but the image and data that console 30 saw through the space telescope and sensor arrays it was monitoring.
            "Yes, Mr. President, It is a live image, real time, and it hasn't moved for the past 90 minutes. Yes, sir, we have patched all this data through to our space based platforms and several are within range of the U.F.O. Yes, Sir, I understand."
            Just then, just when Bates was on the point of feeling confident about the president's calm sensibility, the alien space ship turned about 30 degrees in half a second, as if it had simply snapped around, and then shot off so fast it almost looked like it disappeared. As Bates tried in vain to think something could possibly move that fast, especially in space, the president asked if what he just saw on TV was what Bates saw on console 30.
            "Yes, sir. Uh, yes, it just turned and shot off. The last data on it's speed, before it went off the scale, or out of range, was something like close to half the speed of light, sir. I think it was still accelerating, by the figures we see here, sir. No, nothing has it anymore,” Bates was looking around the cavernous room and everyone was waving and saying "it's gone from here,” indicating nothing under the mountain had any more contact with the space ship, "It's just gone I guess.” He hung up the phone, the president had hung up already, and asked the technician, "Do you think it was accelerating when we lost it?" "Yep,” said the technician. Then he whistled like he was very impressed. The TV's switched back to their regular channels and on the closest one to console 30 there were several people wearing gym clothes exercising on tubular frames with giant rubber bands. Some of the people in the room got embarrassed, thinking, gee, I hope the aliens don’t see this ****. They would think we're a bunch of morons.
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            "Get the dog? Yes sir, we're trying, I mean, we're looking for it sir!” the F.B.I. man said into his cell phone. His driver was speeding along Queens Blvd heading east, with his siren wailing away. Pedestrians jumped and ran out of crosswalks as the car and those behind roared through the intersections, the bruised pedestrians screaming after the cars, "You idiots!" Luckily the pedestrians had a lot of practice diving out of the way of cars in the intersections, due to the almost death a day rate of pedestrians being struck by cars. The road was a virtual highway through the most populated residential areas of Queens. "I feel we may have lost it though, just to let you know, sir.” The F.B.I. man hated to say that, and he winced as he did, knowing that his boss on the other end of the cell phone was going to explode like a stick of dynamite.
            Dave drove as if it was a perfectly normal day on the expressway heading east, the dog sitting on the floor of the passenger side, his head resting on the seat. His little antennas vibrated now and then from bumps in the road, but otherwise he was motionless. Now and then Robodog would issue a little electronic sounding "woof.” As if it was thinking aloud.
            "Sooo,” said Dave, still looking straight ahead, thinking now would be a good time, not knowing how much longer he would be alive this day, to get to know the dog a little, "Do you think you could tell me a little about yourself before the authorities catch us and we end up dead?"
            "We won't be harmed, Dave, Don't worry.”
            "OK, let's say that's true, sooo, tell me about yourself anyway. What are you doing here, for example? What ARE you, for example? Call me crazy, but somehow I don't think it's going to be a simple answer, and I'm not the smartest guy in the world, so could you tell me without getting too technical? Keep it simple?"
            "Sure. I am Robodog. I am from another planet. Your planet needs some help. I am here to help."
            Dave glanced at Robodog, who was still in the same position, his head resting on the passenger seat. The voice of Robodog seemed to come out of the front of the dogs head, where you would think he'd have a mouth, if he had a mouth. But it's head was a solid cylinder, even though it didn't look solid really, being made of that weird gold material that wasn't earthly. "Are all the, um, people from your planet like you? Are they all your shape?"
            "No. I am not a people or anything like the beings on any planet. I was made. I am a robot. I am half dog, and half junk yard, Ha Ha Ha Ha,” laughed Robodog.
            Dave thought maybe the dog was going nuts, and glanced at it again. At this point the dog also glanced at Dave and a very quick, darting 'smile' appeared on the front of Robodog's head. It was uncanny. The skin or substance of it's head simply morphed into a quick smile, with teeth and dog lips, and then disappeared, to become the cylinder again. Dave swerved but got control swiftly and took a deep breath.

hehe.. yeah, i have to admit when I saw this " super pee wee IV " I was flabbergasted...
chapman is cool.. emailed them and a tech guy ( on the road no less -- out of office ) called me and we had a nice chat ...he explained quite a lot of stuff on phone..and will send me pdf attached to email etc..( manual ).
he answered the most pressing questions I had re: the new stuff on it.
very cool ... nice company.
like theres this " lever" thing that I found out is to basically " correct" for different wheel positions to line up the " round " steering radius... know what I mean? so the rear wheels match the correct radius of round 'radius' at different angles OUT from the chassis....maybe you have to see it to get this...but anyway, when I saw this lever I had no clue what it was...
luckily that job was locked off burning some stupid door frame keyed against black...and all I had to do was put camera on and roll it somewhere and put brakes on...and boom up and down now and then...to line up shots... easy. Otherewise I woulda been screwed...the dolly is so new...which is why I pursued the issue today...
moving on to the next thing... shiny text stuff is ( odd but I shoulda known this already ) only really effective when its moving and the reflections are 'changing'... once it settles.. to a still frame... it loses a lot.. ( separation from background etc then becomes an issue , plus levels of text etc at that end frame ).
see sample...end frame...new deal... ( new camera title safe area etc )
SOOOO, this adds more challenge... the end (static) frame of shiny text as titles.
I tried moving the " light" ( animated ) to see what happens with surface .. and lo and behold.. guess what? NOTHING HAPPENS ! LOL....   wasted about an hour on THAT baloney....so I am learning and figuring out what I can do and so on.. having fun... last night thought up all sorts of crazy " title sequence " and " trailer" scenarios... but I'm still in the extremely baby stages of this..
At least I made a new camera and got the thing positioned for basic title safe frame.. and got a bunch of nasa and hubble images... and will test some more now...and guess what ??
ITS BEER THIRTY ... YIPEEE !

Laptop keeps shutting down and restarting after touchpad dies

Trying to decide ehat went wacky on a friend;s Toshiba SATELLITE S105-3713 laptop (running WIndows Vista Home Premium).
FIRST: touchpad just stopped working; I hodeb up an external mouse and checked out the device manager - no touchpad existed at all! Went rhough Control Panel - same thing! As if there were no touchpad installed.
THEN: Decided to donwlad and reinstall the driver but as I typed it was as if something else had control of the keybaord - characters I entered were deleted as if the backspace key had been hit, or I selected a website and no sooner got there but I was returned back to the initial search screen.
Ran a quick anti-virus scan and came up with nothing. Then I deleted the old Synaptic Touchpad driver, rebooted and re-installed the driver from a flash drive (I had downloaded from the Toshiba support site using another PC). Still no touchpad finction and system still behaving as if a ghost had contgrol of the keybaord and the pinting device.
NOW HERE IT GETS WEIRD! Decided to shut the laptop down for the night but each time it shut down it staarted right up again! Finallyhad to pull the power cord and the battery.
So...is it possible there is a nasty virus in here? Or could a system short / partial failure cause this crazy behavior?
This is a backup system for my friend - has anew laptop with all current data on it so this one is not critical.
Should I try reformatting the hard drive and reinstalling the OS? Or could htere be a hardware problem not worth fixing?
Help! Thanks - Cindy

SATELLITE S105-3713
Turns out to be this one, Cindy.
Satellite A135-S4467 (PSAD0U-03M00P)
Downloads are here
Bookmark those two pages for your model.
Best to restore the hard disk to its original out-of-the-box contents using Toshiba recovery media. Order recovery discs from Toshiba by scrolling down to Get Recovery Media here.
For instructions see the section Hard Disk Drive Recovery using the Recovery media, which begins on p. 62 of the User's Guide
Satellite A130/A135 Series User's Guide
That User's Guide should come in handy for other things too.
-Jerry

Blackbery Link - browse pc folders and copy mp3 files not in music folder

Hello to all of you
I have music archives in different drives and pendrives
It is not intuhitive at all how to browse local PC drives and or PC folders to select and copy single or many .mp3 files from the PC to the BlackBerry device.
Please don't tell me that the silly solution is to move the mp3 files to the windows music folder.
Additionally, i find really against an user friendly approach the BlackBerry Link in the music section. It doesn't allow to show the mp3 files names and use, manage and browse .mp3 files by their name, I see only
- All the music
- Album
- Artists
- Genres
- Playlists
well,
- I have so many .mp3 files
- they don't have all the mp3 tags
- I see only an unfinished list which doesn't allow me to select the file I need, and I must scroll all of them every time
A TOTAL NO SENSE in my personal opinion
Anyway , from BalckBerry Link and from PC side, how to select one single mp3 file, QUICKLY, and copy it inside the BlackBerry device in the music folder?
Thank you
C0r

Yes CRAZY!!! It is confirmed,
trying to find a solution to this crazy behavior, I've turned to documents side.
I've added my mysic folder to the documents and TA-DAAAH! The .mp3 files don't show!!!
On the right panel a big string says "The folder doesn't contain supported files"!!!
Well, looks like that BlackBerry Link leaks like the OS 10
Anyway, if you can provide a solution that allows to copy mp3 files ID3-less (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ID3), mean that none of the ID3 has been filled, thank you so much in advance.
To BB Link developers, think about allow users to tranfer files as files and not as you arbitrary want, thank you.
C0r

5800 Connection Manager is not working correctly

I have my preferred connections setup with my home WLAN as priority, then my cell phone provider (ATT) as the last priority. The connection manager switches from my WLAN to ATT everytime I go out of range of my WLAN fully automatically. So that part is working as designed.
The problem is when I get back to my home WLAN the connection manager doesn't automatically drop the EDGE or 3G connection and connect to my WLAN.
To make things worse, even if I kill the EDGE or 3G connection manually, it may or may not pick up my WLAN and start using it.
Then, if I can get the WLAN to connect, the connection manager will insist on connecting to the EDGE/3G connection and disconnecting the WLAN.
This is crazy behavior. I've been pretty happy with the phone's stability over my old N78, but I hope to Zeus that a Firmware upgrade will be release that fixes this bug. It drives me nuts.
So far the only way I can get the connection manager to resume it's expected behavior is to power off the phone and pull the battery. Then it will behave for a few days before becoming schizophrenic.
If you have any tips on how to correct this behavior, I'd appreciate hearing it.
cheers,
mikehd
5800XM NE
F/W 40.2.005
Solved!
Go to Solution.

mikehd wrote:
The problem is when I get back to my home WLAN the connection manager doesn't automatically drop the EDGE or 3G connection and connect to my WLAN.
Then, if I can get the WLAN to connect, the connection manager will insist on connecting to the EDGE/3G connection and disconnecting the WLAN.
This is crazy behavior. I've been pretty happy with the phone's stability over my old N78, but I hope to Zeus that a Firmware upgrade will be release that fixes this bug. It drives me nuts.
So far the only way I can get the connection manager to resume it's expected behavior is to power off the phone and pull the battery. Then it will behave for a few days before becoming schizophrenic.
First, you may get much better response if you post in the appropriate forum. in you case, "Connectivity."
Dropping an active connection & switching to another connection is probably not designed behavior. So in your case if the 3G connection is active, I can understand why it is not switching to WLAN. I can also see why it might be a "nice-to-have" feature, but in some cases dropping an active connection may cause problems with applications that are using it, so you may end up with more problems if the connection kept changing (maybe).
Firmware upgrade will not change as-designed behavior, but what you're describing sounds like there's some application which is configured to use either "default" or the 3G connection. What I would do is look through all applications that are using the net and check the connection settings in each one and make sure it's set to use "Internet"
Another thing you can do is set the AT&T connection to "always ask" mode so that it doesn't get used without you clicking OK.
Lumia 920, Lumia 800
Nokia N8-00 (NAM, Product Code: 059C8T6), Symbian Belle, Type RM-596, 111.030.0609
Nokia 5800 XpressMusic (NAM, Product Code: 0577454) Software v51.2.007, Type RM-428

Behaviour when caching remote reference..

In this application, whose crazy behavior I am trying to fix -
there are 2 Message driven beans that process message out of certain queues(say, batch and realtime)
There is a util class to which the MDB's onMessage() methods delegate. Util class in turn delegates all calls to a session bean. The session bean is accessed via a static member variable of remote reference, which is intialized during first call. Calls to session bean method can take around 2 min to complete. Given that, what will be the system behavior when there is a very huge volume of messages in One of the queues(say batch)? will each new message wait until the previous session bean call is over?
What is a safe session bean pool size in a very high volume environment?
TIA
RC

Each MDB will process its message, then go onto the next available one etc. Depending on the MDB pool size you should be able to process messages concurrently in different MDBs.
The only thing to be careful of is that your transaction timeout is not set so low that the container thinks the MDB is blocked and rolls back the transaction.
James
http://logicblaze.com/
Open Source SOA

Outlook 2010 Recurring meeting and notifications

I am trying to get a better explanation on how Outlook 2010 works with recurring meetings.
We have seen some crazy behavior and it may be by design.
If a user schedules a recurring meeting and invites 10 people to the meeting. They all get on invite sent from the users account. You will see one invite sent out.
If the organizer modifies a meeting in the series, everyone in the series will get a notification that the meeting was modified and you will see a separate email sent out to each recipient.
If the organizer continues to modify individual meetings in the series, users will continue to get separate invites and you will see separate invites sent in the organizers sent items.
Now if the organizers goes and modifies the series by changing anything, a separate update will be sent to all recipients for every meeting in the series that was modified and one for the meeting occurrence itself.
Am I correct?
Thanks
Paul.

Hi,
When the meeting is created, the organizer should be sending one
invite out, this is correct.
But each update should also be one including all attendees instead of ten to each single one.
You may try sending an update on OWA, will the update be one to all or ten to every single one?
If this issue only happens in Outlook Client, not on OWA, please run Outlook in Safe Mode to determine if it's 3rd-party add-ins related, if some add-ins control this, the updates may not be handled as it should.
We can also create a new profile to setup the account, check if this issue persists:
http://support.microsoft.com/kb/829918/en-us
I have found this blog, which helps users understand more about meeting updates:
http://blogs.technet.com/b/outlooking/archive/2012/06/11/understanding-meeting-updates.aspx
Please feel free to post back.
Regards,
Melon Chen
TechNet Community Support

HD icon won't open with the mouse

I installed Tiger yesterday. Then I updated to 10.4.4, added a few new widgets from Apple downloads. Everything is running more slowly than 10.2.8 and my mouse is not able to open the Mac HD icon on the desktop. I cannot open my IDisk icon from the desktop either. I am able to open both of them by going to "GO" and pulling down the menu. The MAC HD appears to have a very faint blue box around it when I try to open it. I have tried other icons on the desktop and I can't open them either. I can click on items in the DOCK and they do work. I do not understand this problem at all! I have also tried to click on the MAC OS X install DVD and it does not open either.

Thank you all for your help. I did go in and tinker with the Mouse in system preferences and in universal access. The Mouse is still erratic, but working much better. I'm going back now and try to really speed it up. That may solve this last little crazy behavior.
I-Mac Mac OS X (10.4.4) 30 GB free space

Can't open folder. It "blinks."

Whenever I click my "Pictures" folder, the folder just blinks open and closed. Here is a youtube video of the problem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtyeJrFblOE.
Now, I've actually had this problem for several months, but it hasn't been a huge hindrance because I can still access the contents of the folder from iPhoto and Safari (ie. to upload pictures to the web). But I'd like to be able to open my folder. So I want to fix it.
I just ran the disk utility via the install disk. I ran disk repair (said nothing needed repaired) and I ran the disk permissions repair (which did some stuff but didn't solve the problem).
Does anyone have any ideas? Help?

another update:
I got desperate enough to try re-loading the 10.4.11 Intel update package - to no avail; the blinking window bug still occurs.
Events-bugs are specifically as follows:
The "My Computer" window is open, but it shows in ICON VIEW. If I attempt to change this view to LIST VIEW, all open windows AND my menu bar flash away, and reappear as they were BEFORE I tried to change that view. The constant, repeat blinking IS NOT happening at this time, but I'm sure if I try to access the folder that started all of this crazy behavior, it would begin the repeat flashing. Also, if I try to change the view of my root folder from ICON to LIST, the blinking will resume.
I've got four 500GB drives in this Pro Mac, no RAIDs at all. All of the permissions on these drives were somehow changed. When I tried to reset the permissions on the drive which contains the OS, I got the following error:
"The Finder cannot complete the operation because some data in "ZillaHAL" could not be read or written. (Error code -36)."
As it is, the windows are stable - as is my menu bar - but I cannot continue on not knowing which folders I can click on and which are corrupted. And these random permission errors...? What has caused them and what must I do to correct these bugs? I'm going to run Disk Utility again, although previous checks didn't reveal any problems.
Thank you.

Vertical Spry Menu going nuts in IE6

Sorry for boring you with another IE tweaking issue (damn
MS).
I'm not sure if I tweaked this menu into taking on it's own
crazy behavior in IE 6 (works fine in other browsers).
It's suppose to sit nicely and quietly on the upper right
side, but in IE 6 it jumps out to the middle, leaves the background
behind and behaves very badly. When I hover my mouse over it, the
menu bars vanishes for a moment too. For a better understanding of
these unacceptable behaviors please go to: (see link below)
(the page is still under construction).
Any help will be appreciated greatly!
Tom
website

Hello Tom,
The Accordion, because of the animation and other reasons was
designed to start running after the page load finished. Therefore
we attach a listener to the body onload event and when the page
finished to load and the CSS's to apply we start enhance the
element in page.
In this situation the accordion doesn't work because the page
never notify us to finish loading. The element remains open and the
Accordion disabled.
I studied a little bit your page to determine the reasons
that doesn't permit the IE 6 to throw the correct events. Apart the
fact your page resources are huge and will take a long time to load
(5Mb) seems that you used in your design lots of PNG files. From my
experience this is not a good practice because the IE doesn't have
in any version a good support for this type of files, specially on
IE 6.
I see that you use a 'hack' to load the PNG's on IE 6 even if
they are not supported that apply some native Windows filters. This
step seems to be the origin of your problem but you'll have to
study further and determine if the CSS filters you apply or reading
the PNG's properties to generate the CSS are blocking the page to
finish loading.
Cristian

Undo in Address Book?

One of my main frustrations in Address Book is the lack of an undo feature. Sometimes while editing a contacts information, I accidentally erase the data in the notes filed. Is there any way to undo this one the deed is done (but not saved?)

I'm still mad that single-clicking anywhere in the notes field gets it all highlighted, but lucky for me, Cmd-Z has restored it - so far.
I'm super happy that the Cmd-Z has been fixed. Previously (about 10.4.midlife), it restored the address card to the original state when the machine was last booted.
Now that was ugly!
If Apple would read their info@ mail like they did when I bought my Fat Mac, I could have complained to them, directly, instead of this forum. Does Apple data-mine the forums to learn what's happening?
Since the Cmd-Z got fixed, I've been walking on eggs for fear it would break again.
gekkoe wrote:
I must be doing something wrong if this is working for others. One way or another the undo seems completely broken to me.
To reproduce crazy behavior:
1. Make some notes of any kind on an address book entry.
2. Exit edit mode.
3. Re-enter edit mode and click on notes. (This will select all text.)
4. Push space or delete, causing entire note to be deleted.
5. Beg, plead, scream to your hearts content, but you'll never see your notes again.
If this isn't the way of things, I'd sure love to know what I'm missing.

What's the difference of coverage hole and pre-coverage hole?

Hi All,
Anybody knows what's the difference of coverage hole and pre-coverage hole?
What I can find from Cisco doc is:
"coverage holes are displayed as alarms, pre-coverage holes are displayed as events."
"Gaps or "holes" in an access point radio coverage are the primary cause of poor audio. Client-detected Pre-Coverage Hole events provide ongoing monitoring to ensure that the customer is alerted regarding the existence of these coverage holes."
It seems Pre-coverage hole is client-detected, coverage hole is AP detected? However I'm not sure.
Another question is which trap includes pre-coverage hole alarm in WCS 7.0 alarm and event dictionary? I can only find several coverage related traps:
LRADIF_COVERAGE_PROFILE_FAILED
LRADIF_COVERAGE_PROFILE_PASSED
However both of them have not say if it is for coverage hole or pre-coverage hole. Not sure which trap will be sent by the WCS to a configured notification receiver to indicate a pre-coverage hole event, for example:
Minor --X---- 13:27:52 16/09/10 cisco-WCS WCS SNMP <$2> 0x07 da 09 10 0d 1b 2c 05 2b 0a 00 :10.1.1.12 : Pre-Coverage Hole reported by 00:1f:3c:cd:c8:2a detected by 10.1.1.12: Pre-Coverage Hole reported by '00:1f:3c:cd:c8:2a' was found on Controller
Your valuable input is highly appreciated!

Hello !
A pre-coverage hole is when a client stays for 5 seconds in a coverage hole. In other words, when a client is heard for some time at bad signal and it's not roaming, it must mean that this area is a coverage hole. This event is informational
A coverage hole event is when several clients are stuck in the same coverage hole. Then the AP will increase its power if this is possible.
The fact that WLC waits for several clients before raising the power avoids crazy behaviors of increasine/lowering/increasing/lowering.
The parameters for coverage hole events are configurable on the RRM part of WLC (number of clients, etc ...)
Nothing is configurable for pre-coverage hole as this is just "1 client only is reaching the coverage hole tresholds".
Hope this clarifies.
Nicolas

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