Okay, I can’t upload directly or paste links from my computer, web host or Flickr, but I can paste the HTML in handraulically for pics on Flickr and it seems to work for now. Okay!
Crank-o-meter: the word ‘upgrade’ is making me nervous
This lack of images problem is still plaguing me; they appear in the draft posts but don’t display when previewed or posted. I fear I may have to upgrade WordPress again, and last time I lost the lot so I’m procrastinating like it was an Olympic sport.
And I accidentally deleted some comments from the past few posts as I forgot to filter spam and just pressed the delete button. I may earn the right to operate a computer back soon.
It’s a shame the picture isn’t displaying as it’s a portrait of Buffy the Evil Dachshund. Perhaps it’s possessed (both the dog and the picture).
Crank-o-meter: full of cranky
I am a bit of a fussy fusspants when it comes to my office technology favourites and foes.
The day — not that long ago — I learned to use a laminator was one of the happiest of my working life. After the eureka moment of seeing a piece of dull, flimsy paper evolve into a protected, shiny, important-looking display sheet, I ran around my co-workers’ offices looking for messages and flowcharts that absolutely had to be laminated. Who’d a thunk even a few years ago that you could one day laminate your own food with a cryo-vac gizmo and laminate your recipes without leaving the kitchen? (I do neither of these, but at least it’s possible for our generation.)
Mailing labels? Forget it. Never in more than 20 years of working have I printed a sheet of mailing labels that fitted the stupid perforations (except the one-label-to-a-page sheets — I once bought a box of these in a fit of frustration and used scissors to cut out the printed addresses). I danced with joy the day Avery produced document templates but printers grab them at different distances from the cut edge, I insert the sheet the wrong way up, the wrong way down and the wrong way around, some bastard hits the ‘print’ button before I do and takes my label sheet, and I’d really rather learn to write neatly then print another goddamn label in this lifetime.
But put a Dymo label maker between me an electricity source and I own it. Step away from the machine or I’ll label ‘kick me’ on your backside when I’m pushing you out of my way. Recently I was asked to label a cabinet so everyone knew its contents.
Crank-o-meter: happy raiding the emergency lemon tea cake cabinet
I don’t have many gadgets yet the rule of thumb in my chest of drawers, third drawer in the kitchen and the study drawer in the picture is that there are at least three unidentifiable cables for every electronic device in the house. All but one are black and only a couple have a brand name or other identifying feature.
Good god, all I want is to make my mobile phone talk to my computer because Bluetooth seems to be in an alcohol-induced coma and smacking things isn’t helping.
Stuff it, I’ve learnt to e-mail photos from my phone *ner ner ner ner ner*.
Crank-o-meter: bloody hell