The deliciously handsome and delectable Bobby Groin and his hands find A murderer Among Us. It was me, Bobby, swing your big pipe at me, please.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Pardon Me
I finally capped The Pardoner's Tale on the new computer. Strangely, I only seem to have got less than half the usual number of pictures out of it. I also did not get the dimensions of the pictures right and changed them after a few pictures, then the watermark came out too large and intrusive (it slightly obscures his bum, for goodness' sake!) I managed to upload it by copying the file from the new computer to the plug-in hard drive, then performed the same task to get it on to the old computer, where I did the old-fashioned Web Publishing Wizard job on it.
I am dedicated to my art.
No word from Photobucket as to why the ftp facility may not have worked.
I am dedicated to my art.
No word from Photobucket as to why the ftp facility may not have worked.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
If men could be Sirens...
...I'd answer Vincent's call.
The new computer is pretty much up and running. I wasted £10 on a call to the Orange support line to set up my internet connection - a service which seemed easy last year, but which this year means they keep repeating the same thing and ignoring what I tell them. I'm signing with Sky wireless, Orange can bugger off.
Then I managed to do it all by myself! Go and eat shit, support wankers.
Next problem was the ActiveX control was not allowing me to download the Adobe Flash Player I need to watch slideshows on Photobucket. So I disabled it! SUCKER!
Woohoo, I'm on a roll!
Next step is Cylerlink DVD and AnyDVD, then back to capping. This machine has a 17" screen, so Bobby should be in huge and glorious colour.
Speaking of whom, here is that promised Bobby (didn't bother with the slideshow after all).
The new computer is pretty much up and running. I wasted £10 on a call to the Orange support line to set up my internet connection - a service which seemed easy last year, but which this year means they keep repeating the same thing and ignoring what I tell them. I'm signing with Sky wireless, Orange can bugger off.
Then I managed to do it all by myself! Go and eat shit, support wankers.
Next problem was the ActiveX control was not allowing me to download the Adobe Flash Player I need to watch slideshows on Photobucket. So I disabled it! SUCKER!
Woohoo, I'm on a roll!
Next step is Cylerlink DVD and AnyDVD, then back to capping. This machine has a 17" screen, so Bobby should be in huge and glorious colour.
Speaking of whom, here is that promised Bobby (didn't bother with the slideshow after all).
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Goodbye Humph
A while back, I did a post about a British Institution, Humphrey Lyttelton, jazz trumpeter and comedy presenter.
At the age of 86, he had been the compere of the BBC Radio 4 comedy programme "I'm Sorry, I haven't A Clue" since its inception in 1972. He could make the filthiest double-entendres sound even dirtier because of his old age and his innocence of delivery.
Humph died yesterday following surgery on an aortic aneurism.
I thought he was immortal.
This is an extract from the radio show, with Humph asking the team to finish off George W. Bush quotes.
At the age of 86, he had been the compere of the BBC Radio 4 comedy programme "I'm Sorry, I haven't A Clue" since its inception in 1972. He could make the filthiest double-entendres sound even dirtier because of his old age and his innocence of delivery.
Humph died yesterday following surgery on an aortic aneurism.
I thought he was immortal.
This is an extract from the radio show, with Humph asking the team to finish off George W. Bush quotes.
It's Official
My 14-month-old computer has to be remastered.
I spent ages on the phone this afternoon going through various disablements and deletions trying to get round the problem that's been assailing it, but eventually one of the checks showed that something-or-other #1-07 had failed. So it's back to the manufacturer to have all its memory erased. (Good thing I put most of it on alternate media last week, so not much will be lost except the family tree programme, and that still exists on this computer and a couple of discs and pen drives.) They will collect it from work on Tuesday morning.
Well, can I exist without it for all that time, and this one playing up regularly and taking forever to do stuff? I cannot. After the announcement of doom, I went out and - oh dear - bought another.
I'm dreading trying to get the internet connection set up. It means a lengthy phone call to India, and sadly, though I am extremely good at accents, they seems to put people with impenetrable ones on the phones. I actually went into the Orange shop today to try and get a disc to load it, but they don't get sent them any more. They put me through to someone I might have been able to understand if the line had been any good. No joy there either. I have another number to call, but I know it will be more of the same. Why no discs? Easy - they make more by forcing you to phone a helpline that costs several limbs.
I need some cheering up. How about some Vincent?
I just LOVE his hair in The War At Home.
I spent ages on the phone this afternoon going through various disablements and deletions trying to get round the problem that's been assailing it, but eventually one of the checks showed that something-or-other #1-07 had failed. So it's back to the manufacturer to have all its memory erased. (Good thing I put most of it on alternate media last week, so not much will be lost except the family tree programme, and that still exists on this computer and a couple of discs and pen drives.) They will collect it from work on Tuesday morning.
Well, can I exist without it for all that time, and this one playing up regularly and taking forever to do stuff? I cannot. After the announcement of doom, I went out and - oh dear - bought another.
I'm dreading trying to get the internet connection set up. It means a lengthy phone call to India, and sadly, though I am extremely good at accents, they seems to put people with impenetrable ones on the phones. I actually went into the Orange shop today to try and get a disc to load it, but they don't get sent them any more. They put me through to someone I might have been able to understand if the line had been any good. No joy there either. I have another number to call, but I know it will be more of the same. Why no discs? Easy - they make more by forcing you to phone a helpline that costs several limbs.
I need some cheering up. How about some Vincent?
I just LOVE his hair in The War At Home.
Friday, April 25, 2008
So here I am, still without having sorted out my new computer, too tired when I got home after having a knock-down, drag-out fight (well, a strong argument) with my Learning Support Assistant. Really cleared the air. I don't think anyone who passed the room when we were in full flight could believe it when we walked into the staff meeting good friends and I gave her a lift home afterwards!
It was the end of a stressful day - well, week, really - because my class was performing in assembly, and we'd spent every lesson rehearsing our mini version of Oliver Twist. It was WONDERFUL!
In answer to various questions I saw as I read through all your wonderful comments:
Kris, I wasn't on strike, as the union striking is not the one I'm in. I had expected that the Head wouldn't want me in as I am a supply teacher, and paid by the day, but in fact all the regular supply staff were there and working away at things you don't always get the chance to do when you actually have to teach kids (god forbid).
JoJo, treat yourself to a cheap laptop, girl, sell your body if you have to. Or could you go to the library?
Beatlelady, was Bishop in that scene with Bobby in his dress blues? Sorry, I never even noticed, and as for seeing her watching his butt - I was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of it myself!
We seem to have a lot of the episodes from S1 and S3 that I haven't capped yet clustered together on TV, so I'm just going to close my eyes and pick a film or an episode at random.
Well, what do you know, it turned out to be Depths.
It was the end of a stressful day - well, week, really - because my class was performing in assembly, and we'd spent every lesson rehearsing our mini version of Oliver Twist. It was WONDERFUL!
In answer to various questions I saw as I read through all your wonderful comments:
Kris, I wasn't on strike, as the union striking is not the one I'm in. I had expected that the Head wouldn't want me in as I am a supply teacher, and paid by the day, but in fact all the regular supply staff were there and working away at things you don't always get the chance to do when you actually have to teach kids (god forbid).
JoJo, treat yourself to a cheap laptop, girl, sell your body if you have to. Or could you go to the library?
Beatlelady, was Bishop in that scene with Bobby in his dress blues? Sorry, I never even noticed, and as for seeing her watching his butt - I was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of it myself!
We seem to have a lot of the episodes from S1 and S3 that I haven't capped yet clustered together on TV, so I'm just going to close my eyes and pick a film or an episode at random.
Well, what do you know, it turned out to be Depths.
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