We all know computers can be really annoying at times... but sometimes they can be ace.
Winamp Random play came up with the Chris Morris "Bushwacked" speech... basically a cut up speech by George W.Bush, saying about how he's going to bomb Britain, Canada, France, Australia etc, and fund the Muslims... very fun, but dark... followed by the nice cheery sound of "Here Come's your Man" by Teenage Fanclub. I giggled a lot.
Computers also let me use Freecycle. Last night a Tanglewood Left Hand Semi-Acoustic guitar was offered. Porl's semi-acoustic is snapped and beyond repair due to the makers, Washburn going out of business. We've been saying for ages we'll save up to get him a new one, but there's always something else more important to buy. I replied late last night to the offer, (actually 3am), we've had our fingers, toes and eyes crossed all day, but no response, so I think we're out of luck. Porl now knows the true feeling of Freecycle disappointment. The guy offering it hasn't posted a TAKEN message yet though so I'm not uncrossing anything yet.
I did try to weight kama in our direction though by posting about the spare lawnmower and strimmer that I wanted to get rid off. They were picked up this evening, so I have space in the shed again... and sod's law, the girl who picked them up also was on the look out for a shed, I told her she was 2 weeks too late.
Anyway, now back to watching Shameless... Those silly Manc's make me laugh...
I also like trying to spot the places when we looked at houses.
Monday 30 January 2006
The PC is alive again. It was the Windows Update I did which killed the machine. I was still running Win2k as my machine was wonderfully stable and I'd never had a reason to upgrade it. But the latest Windows Update didn't like my brand of hard drive (Maxtor) so it wasn't recognising it. So we gave up on trying to fix the problem, and instead plugged the drive into Porl's machine, backed everything up, and installed XP. It's been relatively painless... so far.
It's amazing how much rubbish you can accumulate on a PC in 4 years. I thought I was relatively tidy with my files, but my machine is in the kitchen so it gets used by everyone, Porl, random friends, I suspect even the cats have a play on it at night. There are wierd files and images saved everywhere.
Why have I got 2 karaoke versions of "Lady is a Tramp" by Billy Holliday
Why have I got a folder full of McDonalds Recipes?
Why have I got a whole bunch of text files with random sentences on them?
"lacuna a blank space or missing part"
Who in Emmerdale said "I've got more bling bling than J'Lo" and why did it warrant saving as a text file?
I also need to learn to be a bit more descriptive with my file titles. Names like "Stuff", "Document" and "hgnbvadgs", really aren't helpful.
I really should delete all this junk, especially some of the rubbish in the "Received Files" my friends send me some very odd things over MSN, but there are too many things that make me giggle and remind me of stuff, so I guess I'll be stuck with a computer full of odd files and images... I'll just sort them out into tidier folders instead.
It's amazing how much rubbish you can accumulate on a PC in 4 years. I thought I was relatively tidy with my files, but my machine is in the kitchen so it gets used by everyone, Porl, random friends, I suspect even the cats have a play on it at night. There are wierd files and images saved everywhere.
Why have I got 2 karaoke versions of "Lady is a Tramp" by Billy Holliday
Why have I got a folder full of McDonalds Recipes?
Why have I got a whole bunch of text files with random sentences on them?
"lacuna a blank space or missing part"
Who in Emmerdale said "I've got more bling bling than J'Lo" and why did it warrant saving as a text file?
I also need to learn to be a bit more descriptive with my file titles. Names like "Stuff", "Document" and "hgnbvadgs", really aren't helpful.
I really should delete all this junk, especially some of the rubbish in the "Received Files" my friends send me some very odd things over MSN, but there are too many things that make me giggle and remind me of stuff, so I guess I'll be stuck with a computer full of odd files and images... I'll just sort them out into tidier folders instead.
Friday 27 January 2006
I'm using Porl's PC, if you don't press the "R" key in ust the right way then it won't work. I expect I'll soon tire of going back to delete the errors.
My blog I'll do as I wish.
**Update PC is fixed, and the lack of "R"'s was annoying me so it's been corrected... also why didn't I think of using spell check to correct it?**
Why am I using Porl's PC? Well last night I booted up my PC and was faced with that wonderful "Blue Screen of Death" or a similar Win2k version. Porl tried searching the net for a solution, based on the wierd error message it gave us, but we failed. So I'm now stuck with a week off work, and no PC to amuse myself with. I blame either The Sims, which I had just got back into, or the Windows update I remembered to perform having realized I'd not done it for seveal weeks.
I predict I'll do a lot of crafting this week, the house will be spotless, I'll also be very irritated at the fact I really wanted to get lots of scanning done this week and now can't.
But it's also a reason for Porl and I to get out of the house and have some fun days. The reason for my week off work (other than that I had to use the holidays up before the end of March) is that Thusday is the 10th Anniversary of Porl and I getting our act together and start going out. It hasn't been smooth all the time, we choose to ignore the odd weeks of insanity when we split up, only to realize that splitting up with a boyfiend/girlfiend is one thing, but it's not so easy to split up with your best friend at the same time. Who are you meant to turn to for the hugs and compassion you need at a time like that? When you still live with you girlfriend/boyfriend/best friend, the answer is obvious.
So 10 years... a bit scary really.
So we're planning a nice day out to Monsal Dale for a slap up meal in the Monsal Head Pub. Depending on how hungry we are when we get there will decide on whether we take a walk down the valley first. If we're hungry when we arrive then we'll end up eating first, then realizing that walking down then back up that hill on a full stomach would be foolish.
We'll just enjoy the view instead.
Well, I will, Porl is too scared of heights to get too close to the edge.
I've been inspired by all the lovely patchwork I keep seeing around, and I need a throw to wrap myself up in when I'm on the settee, so I've decided to try to finish the patchwok object I've been working on since I was 7.
I say object because it started as a cushion cover, then grew to single bed size, and is now almost double bed sized. I love it because it's made up of scraps of material mostly salvaged fom old clothes and bedding of my family. I can spot the material used in the wrap-around skirt Mum made me (and I hated), there's a few pieces from duvet covers, several skirts of my Mum's, some of Dad's shirts, and the shirt my brother wore on holiday when he was posing in his glasses, thinking he was Tom Cruise. It's not as stylish and colour co-ordinated as some of the others around, but it's full of memories for me.
... and I cant post any pictures of it until my PC woks again...
Grrrrr why am I so reliant on something that can be so tempremental?
My blog I'll do as I wish.
**Update PC is fixed, and the lack of "R"'s was annoying me so it's been corrected... also why didn't I think of using spell check to correct it?**
Why am I using Porl's PC? Well last night I booted up my PC and was faced with that wonderful "Blue Screen of Death" or a similar Win2k version. Porl tried searching the net for a solution, based on the wierd error message it gave us, but we failed. So I'm now stuck with a week off work, and no PC to amuse myself with. I blame either The Sims, which I had just got back into, or the Windows update I remembered to perform having realized I'd not done it for seveal weeks.
I predict I'll do a lot of crafting this week, the house will be spotless, I'll also be very irritated at the fact I really wanted to get lots of scanning done this week and now can't.
But it's also a reason for Porl and I to get out of the house and have some fun days. The reason for my week off work (other than that I had to use the holidays up before the end of March) is that Thusday is the 10th Anniversary of Porl and I getting our act together and start going out. It hasn't been smooth all the time, we choose to ignore the odd weeks of insanity when we split up, only to realize that splitting up with a boyfiend/girlfiend is one thing, but it's not so easy to split up with your best friend at the same time. Who are you meant to turn to for the hugs and compassion you need at a time like that? When you still live with you girlfriend/boyfriend/best friend, the answer is obvious.
So 10 years... a bit scary really.
So we're planning a nice day out to Monsal Dale for a slap up meal in the Monsal Head Pub. Depending on how hungry we are when we get there will decide on whether we take a walk down the valley first. If we're hungry when we arrive then we'll end up eating first, then realizing that walking down then back up that hill on a full stomach would be foolish.
We'll just enjoy the view instead.
Well, I will, Porl is too scared of heights to get too close to the edge.
I've been inspired by all the lovely patchwork I keep seeing around, and I need a throw to wrap myself up in when I'm on the settee, so I've decided to try to finish the patchwok object I've been working on since I was 7.
I say object because it started as a cushion cover, then grew to single bed size, and is now almost double bed sized. I love it because it's made up of scraps of material mostly salvaged fom old clothes and bedding of my family. I can spot the material used in the wrap-around skirt Mum made me (and I hated), there's a few pieces from duvet covers, several skirts of my Mum's, some of Dad's shirts, and the shirt my brother wore on holiday when he was posing in his glasses, thinking he was Tom Cruise. It's not as stylish and colour co-ordinated as some of the others around, but it's full of memories for me.
... and I cant post any pictures of it until my PC woks again...
Grrrrr why am I so reliant on something that can be so tempremental?
Monday 16 January 2006
The break off work is over, but I'm still feeling lethargic and groggy. I did manage to accomplish some things though. Sunday I managed to get rid of the horrid plastic shed/bunker in my garden to someone on freecycle who was in need of one. The decking looks much bigger now, and it spurred me on to spend an hour in the garden planting some bulbs (which should have been planted in December.)
While planting the bulbs I dug up some others that Mum and I planted last year and I'd forgotten about, and as soon as this lot were in the ground I promptly forgot which bulbs I'd planted where. However, as I've also forgotten the names of the bulbs it makes no difference anyway. Spring will probably bring a riotous clash of colour to the garden.
I've also been busy scanning in all my Genealogical stuff, which meant another inevitable hunt online to see if I can find anymore ancestors. I think I've found some, but there will always be some tantalising mysteries.
I love researchng my family tree because of these mysteries. For example, I have this photo.
This is my Great Great Grandmother Annie Eliza Longden. I know this because it's been written on the back by either my Grandma or my Great Aunt Doris who would have known her.
Apparently the Longden's were quite well off, they donated Wadsley Scout group the large hut they held their meetings in. I spent a lot of my childhood playing in it too, but unfortunatly after a hundred years or so of use it was burnt down a few years ago by some bored teenagers who weren't interested in Scouts.
Annie's parents weren't very happy about her marrying my GGGranfather John Charles Machin, as he was wasn't well off, so we think she was dis-owned.
The problem is that I haven't sent off for a marriage certificate yet, so I don't know what Annie's parents were called, or how they got their money (if they had any.)
However thanks again to helpful relatives writing on the backs of photos I do know though that this is Annie Eliza's mother.
I find it fascinating that I can have a picture of someone, know what relation they are to me, but not know their name, (or what made them so miserable).
On a side note, because of this photo and the fact that I had an old Gypsy dressing up outfit from this side of the family, I thought that we were decended from Gypsies until I was well into my teens when someone put me straight.
Only then did I realize that the Gypsy outfit was fancy dress, not real... not many Gypsies had black velvet shorts and waistcoats, and pink silk shirts and head scarves.
What's even more frustrating though is that I also have these 2 photos.
The only writing on the back of these pictures is "This must not be taken as a specimen of Wright Bros. Work, as it is a Copy of an Old Photo". No helpful names for me, but there is definatly a family likeness between these 2 and Annie Eliza. I'm not an expert of dress styles but these are from a much earlier period (you can't see it very well on the scan but the woman has a frilled white cap on.) It could be that this woman is a younger version of Misery Guts, or they could even be Misery Guts' parents, and so my 4xGreat Grandparents. I doubt I'll ever know for certain who exactly they are, but it's things like this that keep me hunting for ancestors.
While planting the bulbs I dug up some others that Mum and I planted last year and I'd forgotten about, and as soon as this lot were in the ground I promptly forgot which bulbs I'd planted where. However, as I've also forgotten the names of the bulbs it makes no difference anyway. Spring will probably bring a riotous clash of colour to the garden.
I've also been busy scanning in all my Genealogical stuff, which meant another inevitable hunt online to see if I can find anymore ancestors. I think I've found some, but there will always be some tantalising mysteries.
I love researchng my family tree because of these mysteries. For example, I have this photo.
This is my Great Great Grandmother Annie Eliza Longden. I know this because it's been written on the back by either my Grandma or my Great Aunt Doris who would have known her.
Apparently the Longden's were quite well off, they donated Wadsley Scout group the large hut they held their meetings in. I spent a lot of my childhood playing in it too, but unfortunatly after a hundred years or so of use it was burnt down a few years ago by some bored teenagers who weren't interested in Scouts.
Annie's parents weren't very happy about her marrying my GGGranfather John Charles Machin, as he was wasn't well off, so we think she was dis-owned.
The problem is that I haven't sent off for a marriage certificate yet, so I don't know what Annie's parents were called, or how they got their money (if they had any.)
However thanks again to helpful relatives writing on the backs of photos I do know though that this is Annie Eliza's mother.
I find it fascinating that I can have a picture of someone, know what relation they are to me, but not know their name, (or what made them so miserable).
On a side note, because of this photo and the fact that I had an old Gypsy dressing up outfit from this side of the family, I thought that we were decended from Gypsies until I was well into my teens when someone put me straight.
Only then did I realize that the Gypsy outfit was fancy dress, not real... not many Gypsies had black velvet shorts and waistcoats, and pink silk shirts and head scarves.
What's even more frustrating though is that I also have these 2 photos.
The only writing on the back of these pictures is "This must not be taken as a specimen of Wright Bros. Work, as it is a Copy of an Old Photo". No helpful names for me, but there is definatly a family likeness between these 2 and Annie Eliza. I'm not an expert of dress styles but these are from a much earlier period (you can't see it very well on the scan but the woman has a frilled white cap on.) It could be that this woman is a younger version of Misery Guts, or they could even be Misery Guts' parents, and so my 4xGreat Grandparents. I doubt I'll ever know for certain who exactly they are, but it's things like this that keep me hunting for ancestors.
Friday 13 January 2006
I'm having a short period of hibernation at the moment. Normal service should be resumed soon... I hope.
Hibernation has been caused by having spent a lot of days in work (for me anyway) which earns me a nice break of a few days. Unfortunatly the first few hours of the break were spent in hospital with a client. Thankfully everything is fine, but it did make me realize how attached I've got to them already.
I'm also hoping hibernation will help me kick the bad cold which I got just after new year. The sneezing has gone, but it's settled on my chest making breaking a chore, and I'm exhausted all the time.
I've got so many things I want/need to do, but I don't seem to have the time... actually that a lie. I have the time, just not the energy. I need some dynamite. Tomorrow I'm off to see Mum and Dad to pick up some old photos of ancestors which I can scan in with my new scanner (which is ace!).
There are other things I need to do (go to Stockport shopping, meet up with Shell, do some gardening) but all I want to do is sleep. Hopefully I'll get some energy if I sleep well tonight.
Hibernation has been caused by having spent a lot of days in work (for me anyway) which earns me a nice break of a few days. Unfortunatly the first few hours of the break were spent in hospital with a client. Thankfully everything is fine, but it did make me realize how attached I've got to them already.
I'm also hoping hibernation will help me kick the bad cold which I got just after new year. The sneezing has gone, but it's settled on my chest making breaking a chore, and I'm exhausted all the time.
I've got so many things I want/need to do, but I don't seem to have the time... actually that a lie. I have the time, just not the energy. I need some dynamite. Tomorrow I'm off to see Mum and Dad to pick up some old photos of ancestors which I can scan in with my new scanner (which is ace!).
There are other things I need to do (go to Stockport shopping, meet up with Shell, do some gardening) but all I want to do is sleep. Hopefully I'll get some energy if I sleep well tonight.
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