By the way, I see I am not the only one for whom the new spam protection is stopping us posting comments on other people’s blogs. I get exactly the same message as Working it Out gets. I can’t post this on his (her?) blog for obvious reasons.
I can’t believe I am nearly at the end of chapter five! More than half way through (my outline has nine chapters though it may turn out to be a little more or a little less). Of course it’s all crap, and half of what I’ve written really belongs in different chapters, but at least I’ll have a first draft to tinker with.
I do really think a lot of it is crap. Or at least not up to my normal standard of writing. Added to which, my new word processing software has done weird things to the text, probably because I haven’t really understood templates and formats yet. That’ll have to come later. What – me a technophobe? Er… yes…
My son sweetly sent me a beautiful gift-wrapped link to Google Chrome, which he said was the best internet browser ever. I downloaded and installed it, and set it as my default browser. It kindly imported all my bookmarks, including all the links to Firefox sites which I no longer wanted. I then discovered it is almost impossible to delete bookmarks in Google Chrome for Mac. But I persevered and found a way to do it.
Then I gave up on it for the moment and went to log in to the Wibsite. Whaddya know, it had forgotten my saved password. I then had to hunt around Chrome’s online help, which is a nightmare, for advice on this. It turns out that in Chrome for a Mac, there is currently no way of transferring saved passwords, at least from Firefox. The powers that be are working on it.
Reader, I abandoned Chrome and went right back to Firefox as my default browser. Maybe I’ll try Chrome in a few months when they have caught up with Mac users. It’s all part of the evil conspiracy against Mac users….
Couldn’t understand why, when the weather widget on my computer’s ‘dashboard’ said it would be cloudy and 4º C, I positively sweltered in the hot sun when I went out dressed for winter yesterday. Then for today’s weather it said sunny and 2º, while I had just heard the TV forecast say it would be cloudy and 7-8º.
Then I clicked the little ‘info’ sign in the bottom right corner of the box, and discovered I had been monitoring the weather for London, West Virginia! That is so embarrassing. A few clicks later and I now have a daily forecast for London, UK (they also offered London Colney in Herts, a place with which I have an intimate acquaintance but really don’t need to know the weather in). By the way, the London, UK forecast for yesterday was 13º, which certainly explains why I spent lunchtime stripping off.
Provided I get to know what it can actually do, my new iMac is proving to be a daily pleasure. Everything works!
As my son was off school last Friday, we didn’t receive the school newsletter which he normally brings home at the end of the week. As a result I decided to read the newsletter on the school website, which has been a most educational experience. Not the content of the letter so much as the interesting use of asterisks. For example the newsletter records that the ****nal Double Club has been involved in a football and literacy project (clue: we are in North London).
I then went on to read, as far as possible (it is very detailed), the newly written Behaviour Policy. This informs me that ***ist behaviour will not be tolerated, and that responses to the policy will be ****ysed.
Guess the omissions! It seems the child protection software on my new iMac is a little overzealous…
Woo hoo! While I was out shopping for exciting stuff like boys’ vests, my dear Grouch set up my new iMac which he had bought me for my birthday a couple of weeks ago. I now have a wonderful wide flat screen which, unlike the old one, can actually be made bright enough to read without peering, and doesn’t have a mushy green area all down one side. I have suddenly discovered the true colours of this blog – it isn’t black and grey at all, it’s purple and blue!
I also have a DVD drive, a built in camera, a remote control for watching media, and all sorts of nice stuff. Using it is such a joy that I shall be blogging several times a day just for the pleasure of typing text I can actually read.
I do have a good husband. In spite of the grouchiness..
In an effort to alleviate the SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) which I may or may not have, I have recently acquired a Dawn Simulator which is supposed to wake the sufferer up gradually by half an hour of increasing light (and then a beep just in case). You can use it at bedtime too, in reverse of course, going to sleep by a gradually diminishing light, at which point I suppose it becomes a sunset simulator. The object is to regularize your circadian rhythms, whatever they are. It has a rather fetching sunray effect too, extending beams across the bedroom wall in a display which reminds me of nothing so much as 1930s adverts for the healthgiving properties of Weetabix or Ovaltine.
Last night I bit the bullet and plugged it in with the intention of programming it. There was a flash of light as I did so, which I suspected wasn’t meant to happen. I then lit the touchpaper and retired while my 13 year old son, who believes me to be totally technically inept, got to grips with the manual.* After a while he threw in the towel, exclaiming, ‘It’s not working and this manual is incomprehensible’. Now it was my turn, and I very quickly ascertained from the troubleshooting section, and the simple expedient of trying another bulb (luckily we had the same type)**, that as I had suspected, the bulb had blown. After this, all was plain sailing, and I set it to light my way to sleep and wake me up gradually this morning. I don’t notice any great difference in wakefulness yet, in fact I slept really badly last night, but these things work gradually, and the coffee at the Indian restaurant last night might just have been a bad idea (normally I don’t drink coffee after noon!).
I will persevere, as well as spending a sensible amount of time (like, more than five minutes) at the light box I already had at my desk. If getting up time could be pulled back from 8.30 to 8.00 am, this would revolutionize my life.
*(Son is of course right about my technical ineptitude, but I am considerably more ept than he thinks I am.
**Well, it was also a screw in candle bulb, but didn’t have the extra factor of being a ‘neodymium bulb’, which the one supplied by the manufacturer claims to be. What is a neodymium bulb? In fact, is there such a thing as neodymium or is it something David Icke invented?
As the FAQs don’t tell us anything technical (come on Admins, give us some help here), can anyone tell me what Permalink does? I’m just a middle aged technophobe here, remember!
Oh crap, I just accidentally put my inaugural entry and today’s entry into the archive while I was experimenting, and now I can’t get them back. Go to September 07 archive if you want to follow my mental peregrinations. Have emailed the admins asking them to fix things, btw.
PS Mega thanks to admin for fixing it. I am so stupid.