Ethernet card stopped working in my Macbook Pro

Jbird said:
Ok, it 'pinged' my MacBook. 10 sent, 10 received.
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So your Macbook pinged your Macbook? That doesn't really tell us much. It needs to either ping your router or your PC. Ping sends a packet of data to the destination and the destination sends it back, so when you get a reply, you know your computer is on the network and sending and receiving data.

On your pc, open the command prompt and type IP config and note the IP address, from the Ping window on your Macbook, Ping the IP address of your PC.

So when you say Safari isn't bouncing, does it ever open? You don't have Chrome or Firefox installed on it do you?
 
Have you updated your ios?

right click the apple logo and select 'about this mac', and see if updates are available.
 
Got it fixed!

Took it to an Apple Store, cost me nothing. Safari had gotten corrupted, so they did a wipe and re-install of the OS. I guess Safari isn't a separate entity from the iOS, you can't just uninstall/reinstall Safari, the whole iOS has to be reinstalled. Works great now.

I should probably install Chrome or some such on this machine just in case it ever does it again.
 
Jbird said:
Got it fixed!

Took it to an Apple Store, cost me nothing. Safari had gotten corrupted, so they did a wipe and re-install of the OS. I guess Safari isn't a separate entity from the iOS, you can't just uninstall/reinstall Safari, the whole iOS has to be reinstalled. Works great now.

I should probably install Chrome or some such on this machine just in case it ever does it again.
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I almost never use Safari.
 
Jbird said:
Got it fixed!

Took it to an Apple Store, cost me nothing. Safari had gotten corrupted, so they did a wipe and re-install of the OS. I guess Safari isn't a separate entity from the iOS, you can't just uninstall/reinstall Safari, the whole iOS has to be reinstalled. Works great now.

I should probably install Chrome or some such on this machine just in case it ever does it again.
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I always install Chrome and Firefox.
 
Help!I'maRock! said:
Have you tried calling the Ether Bunny?
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THREADJACK ALERT.

In 198x, for reasons that are still unclear, a woman in Hartford CT gave a young man (and two of his friends) a job in her shopping mall promotions company. The young man had what might best be called a "lifestyle of adventure," which included the frequent use of many drugs, some of which were even legal.

The job entailed wearing costumes - Santa, Santa's elf helper, etc., while selling harried parents Polaroids of their (inevitably miserable, screaming) children in a 'fun holiday setting.'

I wish I could say our young protagonist became infected with holiday spirit, saw the light, realized that children are our future, and a thousand other annoying bullshit tropes, but that didn't happen. Instead, Santa would arrive at work still drunk from the night before, reeking of bourbon. Elves would crash down from coke highs by screaming at the parents of screaming children. One wishes one had a nickel for all the angry, shocked expressions shot one's way from parents of children who were no doubt traumatized.

Wait, I'm going somewhere with this.

One lovely spring morning, our fine young man (who had not slept in one or two nights) slunk in to the changing room, where a macabre vision awaited: 4-5 bunny costumes, in bad need of a dry cleaning, and replete with papier mache giant bunny heads, hanging from hooks in the ceiling.

He put his head inside one of them, fighting down retches from inhaling his own disgusting boozy breath. Stomach lurching, eyes a brilliant map of interstate highways, "The Easter Bunny" staggered to his seat in the mall pavilion and gamely waved a three-fingered paw at the awestruck kids waiting in line to meet him, and opened for business.

The previous night had included not just coke, booze and weed, but a few pills as well as a more novel discovery: Compound W was half ether! Unhealthily inspired by the opening of Fear and Loathing, our protagonist had gone through several bottles in the previous days, huffing as accompaniment to more traditional intoxication.

Thirty minutes into the morning, a fetching tyke with a missing tooth climbed on to the lap of our protagonist, and gazed up at him with wonder.

Lisping through the hole where his tooth was he asked, "are you really the Ether Bunny?"

Whereupon our protagonist had a moment of clarity, mirth and profound appreciation for God's sense of humor.

"YES, Son! Yes, I am! I am the Ether Bunny! You bet I'm the Ether Bunny! Hahahhahah ahahhahaha."
 
Danhedonia said:
THREADJACK ALERT.

In 198x, for reasons that are still unclear, a woman in Hartford CT gave a young man (and two of his friends) a job in her shopping mall promotions company. The young man had what might best be called a "lifestyle of adventure," which included the frequent use of many drugs, some of which were even legal.

The job entailed wearing costumes - Santa, Santa's elf helper, etc., while selling harried parents Polaroids of their (inevitably miserable, screaming) children in a 'fun holiday setting.'

I wish I could say our young protagonist became infected with holiday spirit, saw the light, realized that children are our future, and a thousand other annoying bullshit tropes, but that didn't happen. Instead, Santa would arrive at work still drunk from the night before, reeking of bourbon. Elves would crash down from coke highs by screaming at the parents of screaming children. One wishes one had a nickel for all the angry, shocked expressions shot one's way from parents of children who were no doubt traumatized.

Wait, I'm going somewhere with this.

One lovely spring morning, our fine young man (who had not slept in one or two nights) slunk in to the changing room, where a macabre vision awaited: 4-5 bunny costumes, in bad need of a dry cleaning, and replete with papier mache giant bunny heads, hanging from hooks in the ceiling.

He put his head inside one of them, fighting down retches from inhaling his own disgusting boozy breath. Stomach lurching, eyes a brilliant map of interstate highways, "The Easter Bunny" staggered to his seat in the mall pavilion and gamely waved a three-fingered paw at the awestruck kids waiting in line to meet him, and opened for business.

The previous night had included not just coke, booze and weed, but a few pills as well as a more novel discovery: Compound W was half ether! Unhealthily inspired by the opening of Fear and Loathing, our protagonist had gone through several bottles in the previous days, huffing as accompaniment to more traditional intoxication.

Thirty minutes into the morning, a fetching tyke with a missing tooth climbed on to the lap of our protagonist, and gazed up at him with wonder.

Lisping through the hole where his tooth was he asked, "are you really the Ether Bunny?"

Whereupon our protagonist had a moment of clarity, mirth and profound appreciation for God's sense of humor.

"YES, Son! Yes, I am! I am the Ether Bunny! You bet I'm the Ether Bunny! Hahahhahah ahahhahaha."
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Worthwhile threadjack. Would read again.
 
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