So last night I was playing with my phone and discovered I could blog from my phone! Except that I can't transfer those blogs to Blogger Beta only the old Blogger. Grr! So you can go here to see what I put up!
No seriously, sign up for Blogger Beta, it's great.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Blogger Beta Appeal
So last night I signed up to Blogger Beta and on the whole I am quite pleased. The layout works well and you don't need to know HTML (or in my case guess at HTML) to modify your template. You'll also notice the wonderful new labels and archiving system and you can change the heading fonts and colours easily. Publishing happens more quickly and you can see how many comments have been made to each post on your edit post list page. The only slight minus I came across (until now) is you have to work on your template if you have links, clocks and weather ladies.
There is a bigger downfall in the plan for me now. With Blogger being part of the Google empire it would have made me sign up for a Google account. Perhaps all Greek to you I appeciate, but basically because I already had a Gmail account, that is now what I sign in under, not my old Blogger ID.
And here lies the snag. Blogger Beta and Old Blogger are not compatable and now I am unable to make comments on others' blogs if they aren't on Blogger Beta. Neither can I sign in under my old Blogger ID.
So in the long term, if you have a (Blogger) blog that I comment on from time to time, sign up to Blogger Beta and then you can still value from my witty comments and pearls of wisdom.
In the short term, Rosstopher I want to see your holiday photies!
Thank you.
PS fully marks to Blogger for this ingenious idea of getting more people to sign up to the new version. Manipulative gits.
There is a bigger downfall in the plan for me now. With Blogger being part of the Google empire it would have made me sign up for a Google account. Perhaps all Greek to you I appeciate, but basically because I already had a Gmail account, that is now what I sign in under, not my old Blogger ID.
And here lies the snag. Blogger Beta and Old Blogger are not compatable and now I am unable to make comments on others' blogs if they aren't on Blogger Beta. Neither can I sign in under my old Blogger ID.
So in the long term, if you have a (Blogger) blog that I comment on from time to time, sign up to Blogger Beta and then you can still value from my witty comments and pearls of wisdom.
In the short term, Rosstopher I want to see your holiday photies!
Thank you.
PS fully marks to Blogger for this ingenious idea of getting more people to sign up to the new version. Manipulative gits.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
As if being a Monk wasn't already a life of sacrifice
My parents are being tourist guides this week to people from England. All well and good I thought. That was until I met them. Don’t get me wrong, they’re lovely people and all, I met them last night when they came over from dinner. But it was like dinner with Wallace and Wendolene. They didn’t ask for Wensleydale or anything but I was expecting it, they sounded exactly like them. The funniest statement of the meal though came when Wendolene asked my mum as she was pouring the Shloer did she make it herself! Have they never seen it in Yorkshire? Is it not a staple of Christmas there? But most obviously, did she not see the big massive label that would rule out any home brewing of the fizzy apple juice?!
If know me at all, you’ll know I hate noises eating noises and the like. People hitting cutlery off their teeth, slurping drinks, and generally eating like a donkey grates on me like nails down a blackboard to other people. A few seconds into the dinner last night I turned to see what the noise was to discover it was Wallace sniffing. He carried this on every other second of the entire meal. And where was Sniffy Snifferson sitting? Right beside me of course. Believe me when I say I could not get to a snuffle free environment quick enough, and I internally cursed my mother when she presented the dessert. Food fans will be pleased to hear that I endured the intolerable sniffing for a further five minutes to enjoy the best apple pie in the world…ever.
In other news I got a new phone. Last year I didn’t have much choice in turning my back on Nokia, this year I did and I switched to Sony Ericcson. I feel like I am cheating on Nokia, really I do. There are a few annoying things about it, like I can’t seem to change the left and right menu buttons, I press the wrong buttons all the time, ‘bt’ comes up before ‘at’ and most worrying for y’all, I may have to take photos with the phone sideways which will give away the game for the old surreptitious photos.
I can’t decide if I like the red or not. Technically I can still return it if I don’t like it so all is not lost for Nokia.
But I do think it’s relatively easy to use, it’s got a good clear screen, and how sad am I – like the font. Ruth has also shown me the cool animation things you can add to messages. So all things considered it’s not bad.
One thing though, in predictive text why does ‘nun’ come up before ‘mum’ and ‘sacred’ before ‘scared’? Why would the inventor of predictive text put those first? I can’t think of one instance in my life when I have needed to write ‘nun’ in a hurry. Nope, not one. Neither can I think of a sentence where I would put 'sacred'. ‘Holy’ maybe, but not 'sacred'. Also ‘monk’ isn’t a known word? Seems a little unfair to me. If I were a monk I’d be writing a sternly worded letter. Maybe I’ll petition on their behalf. Or then again, maybe I'll not.
If know me at all, you’ll know I hate noises eating noises and the like. People hitting cutlery off their teeth, slurping drinks, and generally eating like a donkey grates on me like nails down a blackboard to other people. A few seconds into the dinner last night I turned to see what the noise was to discover it was Wallace sniffing. He carried this on every other second of the entire meal. And where was Sniffy Snifferson sitting? Right beside me of course. Believe me when I say I could not get to a snuffle free environment quick enough, and I internally cursed my mother when she presented the dessert. Food fans will be pleased to hear that I endured the intolerable sniffing for a further five minutes to enjoy the best apple pie in the world…ever.
In other news I got a new phone. Last year I didn’t have much choice in turning my back on Nokia, this year I did and I switched to Sony Ericcson. I feel like I am cheating on Nokia, really I do. There are a few annoying things about it, like I can’t seem to change the left and right menu buttons, I press the wrong buttons all the time, ‘bt’ comes up before ‘at’ and most worrying for y’all, I may have to take photos with the phone sideways which will give away the game for the old surreptitious photos.
I can’t decide if I like the red or not. Technically I can still return it if I don’t like it so all is not lost for Nokia.
But I do think it’s relatively easy to use, it’s got a good clear screen, and how sad am I – like the font. Ruth has also shown me the cool animation things you can add to messages. So all things considered it’s not bad.
One thing though, in predictive text why does ‘nun’ come up before ‘mum’ and ‘sacred’ before ‘scared’? Why would the inventor of predictive text put those first? I can’t think of one instance in my life when I have needed to write ‘nun’ in a hurry. Nope, not one. Neither can I think of a sentence where I would put 'sacred'. ‘Holy’ maybe, but not 'sacred'. Also ‘monk’ isn’t a known word? Seems a little unfair to me. If I were a monk I’d be writing a sternly worded letter. Maybe I’ll petition on their behalf. Or then again, maybe I'll not.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Blogging on the Sabbath
I feel I have neglected my blog the past couple of days. I really haven’t meant to, it just worked out like that. For a start I have been busy, I have a job, I have friends, I have a social life, in short I have a life, but here I am, making an effort on a Sunday night to update you on my life once again.
So my second weekend home was good. It started with a trip down memory lane with a night out with the girls from my group of friends from school. Some of them I haven’t seen the day we got our A Level results, and some of them I see weekly. It was strange to look around the table and see the same faces that I saw everyday for about six years. At the start of the night I thought everyone had changed so much, more grown up looking and more life experience under their belt, but it only took about an hour before I realised that everyone was pretty much the same, except we all looked more grown up and had more life experience.
On Saturday morning Karen Next Door and I went to our photography class. Oh lordy, what have I done? We saw the coursework of someone from last year, this is not some sort of dossy course we’re on. But I am looking forward to actually understanding what it is we have to do and getting cracking on taking some photos.
Saturday night I went up and saw Lynsey’s new apartment. This only proved to make me want to move out of the parental home even more. I love my parents, really I do but it’s time. Plus this way I wouldn’t have to actually tidy my room, I could just start over with a new one. Plusses all round then.
Today I went to church, like the good Christian girl I am. Then I went to Tescos like the heathen I am (not). I got stuff for my lunches this week. Ne pas de money so having things in the office will avoid buying sandwiches from Centra, although I’m still hopeful of the odd Globe trip.
This afternoon I successfully managed to avoid tidying my stuff from America and now I am about to go out to YF. And I’m late as usual. Told you I hadn't changed. Although I do look more grown up and I have more life experience.
So my second weekend home was good. It started with a trip down memory lane with a night out with the girls from my group of friends from school. Some of them I haven’t seen the day we got our A Level results, and some of them I see weekly. It was strange to look around the table and see the same faces that I saw everyday for about six years. At the start of the night I thought everyone had changed so much, more grown up looking and more life experience under their belt, but it only took about an hour before I realised that everyone was pretty much the same, except we all looked more grown up and had more life experience.
On Saturday morning Karen Next Door and I went to our photography class. Oh lordy, what have I done? We saw the coursework of someone from last year, this is not some sort of dossy course we’re on. But I am looking forward to actually understanding what it is we have to do and getting cracking on taking some photos.
Saturday night I went up and saw Lynsey’s new apartment. This only proved to make me want to move out of the parental home even more. I love my parents, really I do but it’s time. Plus this way I wouldn’t have to actually tidy my room, I could just start over with a new one. Plusses all round then.
Today I went to church, like the good Christian girl I am. Then I went to Tescos like the heathen I am (not). I got stuff for my lunches this week. Ne pas de money so having things in the office will avoid buying sandwiches from Centra, although I’m still hopeful of the odd Globe trip.
This afternoon I successfully managed to avoid tidying my stuff from America and now I am about to go out to YF. And I’m late as usual. Told you I hadn't changed. Although I do look more grown up and I have more life experience.
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