NOT STUNT (Mac OS X)..... BUT....HEEEELP!!!!

Version 10.2?

I have an Epson STYLUS COLORED 580 printer and there's no driver installed.

At the Epson site...NOTHING!

Anybody using the OS X had this trouble?

Check this site out it may help. http://www.versiontracker.com/dyn/moreinfo/mac/9901

Paul H.

EPSON Stylus Color 580 Driver For Mac OS Classic

Version:6.4aE  Size:4.5Mb  Date:2002-06-19  Download  at

http://www.epson.com.sg/sc580.sit

Turns out there is a print driver for classic, see above.

And the only recourse until Epson releases a specific driver for the 580 for OS X is to run the classic environment in OS Z and then print from there.

Cy

you are right.

It's just a a pain in the neck to start the darned sistem 9!

How you can construe the lack of an open source printer driver for an Ebson Printer (Epson's fault in the first place--and the responsibility of the open source community in the second) as a slam against OS X is not rationally fathomable.

But Operating System Prejudice, like religion, is a matter of personal conviction, not based on rational thought.

Enjoy Windows.

Cy.

Well, sort of. OSX is based on the Darwin kernal, a linux varient, with the Mac toolbox tacked on top. Really a nice compilation.

Ion, you might check out fink.sourceforge.net. This is a project to port linux and unix software to the Darwin and OSX.

Well, I would direct your ire at Epson -they are quite notorious for not really doing anything after they glue the box shut. I've had good and bad Epson printers, but S/W support is the pits.

There may be something you can doe with GimpPrint, but I really don't know mcuh about it. They say the 580 is partially supported, and I have no idea what they mean when it says "cannot change cartridge"

http://gimp-print.sourceforge.net/p_Supported_Printers.php3

Not a Mac user (I was, back in the 80s and early 90s, even supported and fixed them, but I quit using them a while back around when System 7 first came out..) but I ran into similar frustration with a Lexmark 5700 a while back, when I discovered the Windows NT4 drivers wouldn't work under XP, and the XP drivers didn't support the 2400 d.p.i. 6 color printing which I bought the thing for in the first place. Never bought another Lexmark product again (making do with a Canon S400 now, which doesn't do 6 color, nor 2400 dpi..). Can't really complain too much, though - I did get a lot of use out of the 5700 (used up several ink refills), got my dissertation photos printed, and on top of that, I bought it from one of those "surplus" dealers online for about $40...

I would think you could do that without the drivers - all of mine have had something in the firmware that would let you do this just by opening the lid, whether or not it was even hooked up to the computer.

Like I say, I don't know anything about gimpprint. I usually get a new printer in this situation - go down to Fry's or CompUSA and get the cheapest one out of the bargain bin. Usually, you can find one that's about cheap enough to just use until the ink runs out. One of the best printers I have ever had, including printing excellent pictures, was a cheapie Epson 740 - something like $60. Worked fine until one morning it started making a grinding sound.

Yeah, but the driver usually allows you to do things like clean the nozzles and align the heads besides change the cartridges. It varies from brand to brand.

> Like I say, I don't know anything about gimpprint. I
>usually get a new printer in this situation - go down to
>Fry's or CompUSA and get the cheapest one out of the bargain
>bin. Usually, you can find one that's about cheap enough to
>just use until the ink runs out. One of the best printers I
>have ever had, including printing excellent pictures, was a
>cheapie Epson 740 - something like $60. Worked fine until
>one morning it started making a grinding sound.

I've always wanted to live within driving distance of a Fry's, from what I keep hearing about them. Then again, the last thing I need is yet another place to spend money on more junk - American Science and Surplus was bad enough, and they were 5 hours away. But yeah, inkjets are use and throw away - they sell them cheap so they can get you on the ink, and they make them cheap, too. I refill my own cartridges so I win either way..

One of the scariest places on Earth, actually. Or a preview of hell. They all have a theme - the one on Palo Alto was buit in an old "country line dancing" club, and they just left all the cowboy stuff up. That's not so bad, but the one in Sunnyvale (tech geek world headquarters (and about half a mile from my house)) has an "electronic component" theme, with giant capacitors, IC chips, etc, in various places. That's not so bad, either, but the clientele looks like the sort that would think that this is really cool and they should get something like it for their living rooms. It's like a Star Trek convention, every single day, unabashed pocket protector use, calculators on belt loops, etc.

The other thing is the "service". I use this term advisedly. There are large numbers of polite, well-dressed young men offering assistance. I also use term "assistance" advisedly. Every single time I go in there, whatever it was I wanted was in a display case. Every single time, it takes at least 15 minutes, and a large accumulation of well-dressed young men, to figure out how to open it. Salesboy #1 takes a look at it for a minute, and determines that's it's probably locked. Then he gets salesboy #2. He comes over, and looks at it for a minute, and confirms, that, yes, indeed, it's locked. After some consideration, they decide they probably need a key to open it. They go get salesboy #3 who has a large number of keys. They start trying them. Eventually, they come to the conclusion that maybe they don't have the right key. General puzzlement ensues - this is apparently the first time they have ever faced this conundrum.

While this is going on, a group of other salesboys gathers, like hyenas at a dead wildebeast carcass. Eventually, this draws the attention of the Alpha Salesboy, who at 22 and with a 71% on a high school equivalency test, is the senior and most highly qualified of the salesboys. Eventually, Alpha Salesboy locates the key, opens the case, and rifles through the boxes of <<whatever>>. 50/50, they don't have what they displayed. You either get it, or not. He also yells at the other salesboys in some exotic language. I don't speak Hindi, or whatever language it might be, but the tone of voice is more than sufficient to see that he holds their work ethic in contempt.

Now, if this had happened to me once, I would have chalked it up to a bad day. But, this procedure has unfolded about as described every single time I have gone in there. And not only to me. As you walk through the store, you see huddles of salesboys with confused looks about every 20 yards. Given that the store is maybe 150 yards square - i.e. huge - that's a lot of confusion.

If you are lucky, they have what you want. Then you go to check out. There's a huge line, maybe 200 people in the line at any one time, and maybe 300 feet long. They line you up in what can ony be described as a "chute" , as in "cattle chute". Lining the walls of the "chute" are every single item of junk food you have ever seen at a roadside gas station "quik-stop". In other words, "programmer chow", including the mandatory 3 Musketeers bars and bargain 2-liter bottles of Mountain Dew and Jolt cola. And of course Linus Torvald autographed T-Shirts.

Eventually you get to the end of the line. You are then presented with a bewildering arrays of flashing lights, and sounds. There are maybe 120 registers, each with a green and red light on a pole. Green means "available" and red means "occupied". The clerks also have paddles with the register # on them, that they hold up when they are ready for the next customer. This is quite daunting, so there is another well-dressed young man standing on a stepstool, spotting for you. His job is to note which register has a green light and/or a waving paddle, and shout the number to you. You are then supposed to proceed to a easy and swift checkout. Unfortunately, it takes so long to walk over to the register (something like 50 yards worst case) that there is a huge lag, and by the time you get to the register you are supposed to go to, the 30-40 other people wandering around looking for their register get there first, or the clerk decides it's break time, or the manager has pulled them aside to yell at them in some exotic language, or a myriad of other holdups, so you are now both out of line, and have to simply wander around and bolt for any available cashier.

Eventually, you check out. Then, just when you think you are home free, you hit the shoplifting monitor. They have to look at your receipt, and then in your bag, to check that they match, then put a little pink mark on your receipt. Why you need a pink mark, I have no idea, since you are only 3 steps from the exit, and who else is going to check that there is a pink mark in the 3 seconds it takes. Unfortunately, despite having 120 cashiers, there is only 1 (one) shoplifting monitor. This of course represents a massive bottleneck, and of course it creates another line.

I actually wonder of the entire Fry's chain is not a business as such, but a massive psychological experiment to see how much abuse the average consumer willl tolerate to save 5%.

I think you have a future writing skits for SNL if the rocket scientist thing doesn't work out.

Sounds an awful lot like shopping a Guitar Center (another chain). I swear those folks are really just machines and not real people at all. Or just not too bright. I was in there the other day and bought 5 packages of guitar strings, a mic cord and some other oddments. The guy at the counter (possibly the only thinking individual in the vicinity) wrapped everything up real nice in a bag and I turned around and walked 5 paces to the door. The person at the exit door had stood there and watched the guy check me out and wrap everything up, but insisted on taking everything out of the bag to check it against the receipt. I guess she shought I had slipped a Gibson SG into the bag somewhere in the 12 feet between the counter and the door.

Sheesh! Maybe they are all former Fry employees.