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Can someone please explain why my Quicktime isn't working? Anyone with prophetic awareness of my little Atlas, none so old but recently behaving so?

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  1. Have you tried un-installing it and re-installing it?

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  2. yes - still doesn't work.

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  3. hhmmm. then i had no idea. that is VERY strange. is it not loading at all? will it open but not play a video? what exactly will it do and/or NOT do?
    let us solve this mystery together!!

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  4. Oh, it will open. But let's just say I go to a website and one of the ads that runs on the side of their screen uses a quicktime video. The blue Q will pop up like it's trying to load and just taking a while, and then it will stop and there will be a white question mark over the Q signifying that it cannot load because of some kind of error. It also happens on YouTube, and of course, on apple.com/trailers. So as you can imagine, this is a serious problem.

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  5. uh...ok, so it works on some videos and doesn't work on others. for example, some of the trailers on apple.com will play and some of them won't. i can find no reasonable connection between the ones that will and the one's that won't, so i don't know if this is helpful.

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  6. Yes, this is VERY important! You must be able to get to your YouTube videos and movie trailers!!!
    I have NO idea why it will work on some and not on others. Sometimes when things take "too long" to load they "time out" - perhaps this is what is happening? Perhaps on longer/larger videos this could be happening?
    I asked Chris. He has no idea. But he didnt think for very long or very hard...

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  7. Tell him to think longer and harder. It has only been happening in the last month. You would be amazed how many online thingys use Quicktime without advertising the fact.

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  8. Oh, I believe you!
    I'm afraid it's probably a weird, quirk/twitch/tourette-type symptom that probably can't be solved.
    but we will think. and keep thinking...

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