Not that I disagree with your response, but mebbe in the future when replying to such, you could think about snipping the filth for the rest of us that didn't get it the first time, especially if you are going to x-post it?
To answer your question. Almost, if not all, G devices will also communicate at/with B devices, so you should be able to add a B print server to your G network without much trouble.
Linksys, return it. Its the cheapest brand but always gives problems. My wireless company does not even support it as Linksys is incompatible with all other wireless modems.
Why a thickshit with a girly name like you would bother even thinking about going on the fucked up hinternet is beyond mans understanding, you lazy cunt.
Most if not all 802.11g devices are backwards compatible with 802.11b. You will need to check the settings in your router. It may be set to use both 802.11b and 802.11g or it may be set to only use 802.11g. You should be able to set it to use both.
The real problem with older devices on your network is security. Probably, the WPS11 only supports WEP encryption -- which is not worth much. Which means you will have to downgrade your security to the poor level afforded by the WPS11.
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Hi there, I just recieved a Linksys Wireless Parralel Printer Server - WPS11. On the box it says wireless B, but the salesman said it'll work on my wireless G home network. Is this true or shall I place it on ebay and buy the wireless G version? Cheers
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Ah, the old message posted on usenet saying that posting messages on usenet means you don't have a life cop-out. Don't let the door slam you in the arse on your way out.
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