For now in their puckish ways, they have sentenced me to several hours fidding with the puller, in a vain sisyphusian search for something resembling a stable program. Or really anything that might give a useable pipette.
I've been burned bad. So what does one do when burned like Icarus in the tale of old?
WHY, IT'S TIME FOR MAIDEN!
(I'm digging the bass in this one!)
And it's back to the puller...