It was on this day, a whole 30 years ago, that my big sister was born. When I was little I always had a sneaking suspicion that Rachel being born at 4.11pm was just part of the world’s biggest suck-up trick (my Dad’s birthday being the 4th, and my Mum’s the 11th. Oh, what a handy coincidence for someone looking to seal their fate as Favourite Daughter!), but then I also also, variously, believed that Rachel was adopted, I was adopted, and Um Bongo had poison in it. One Christmas, my only present request was for a burst balloon, so you can make your own mind up about the way my mind worked as a child.
I’d claim Rachel got all the good genes, but she is both older and shorter than me, so HAH! When we die, we should probably be buried next to each other and have separate gravestones with, “which gravestone’s tallest?” engraved on them, although that would be mostly pointless because Rachel’s will be standing on tippytoes and our skeletons would do nothing but fight. She got all of the attractive, healthy and sociable genes, but was also lumbered with a hard time when we were growing up because I got the mental arithmetic gene. And look where that one got me, eh, every teacher I’ve ever had? If I went back in time my advice to little me would be to go for attractive, healthy and sociable too: it turns out that nobody ever really needs their seven times table (you can even get a degree without doing any maths past the age of 13) and soon they will invent this thing called Word which will correct all of your spelling anyway.
Happy birthday, Rachel.
I’d write more, but I have to go and burn my bra on Twitter or something instead.
Last night all of Italy decided to spam the server, resulting in a quite stressed Al and a very disappointed Fripper who had to make do with my company as he ran around. And me? I am BORING. I never do anything interesting like build things or take things apart on the floor. We made do by playing “Sarah tries to take a photo of the hamster in his ball while the hamster tries to run into the camera” but it turns out to be not as interesting a game as you’d imagine and he was off after a few blurry shots.
Two things about email:
1. Types of emails I don’t like:
2. A list of names taken from my Spam folder in a fruitless search for Nanowrimo character names:
Louvenia Cardera
Margarito Cai
Laureen Backbone
Charmain Berdy
Marcone Omar
Hufstedler Wayne
Adena Sweatmon
Sweetland Bulah
Hanna Haddaway
Alpha Votoda
Blanch Stoetzel
Vernita Treichler
Voccia Simonne
Iluminada Hesford
Jimmie Amorosi
Desper Debera
Mercedes Dressman
Flansburg Jone
Maizes Bobby
Romeo Vanvranken
Austin Sweezy
Kurt Letcher
Evan Bustillo
Kailiponi Clyde
Steep Kurtis
Dina Shopp
Shona Galleno
Coralie Zippe
Bong Zakar
Assunta Wedgeworth
Charlotte Poffenroth
Eyre Edgar
Garland Mamros
Can we clarify: posting a photo before giving up and just going to bed counts as fully-fledged blogging, yes?
I’ll admit it: I really don’t mind Windows. In fact, I quite like it. I could happily use Linux if it could run Photoshop with any proficiency, and I’m sure I’d love a Mac if I could just find a relative I could sell in order to buy one, but despite all of the hoo-hah, and once all user account warnings have been disabled within an inch of their lives, the Windows of 2009 is really not that bad. This is quite a useful thing, given that for the second time in two weeks I’m watching Windows 7 install onto a machine at a speed that would make a snail quake in its boots. You know, if a snail could wear boots. Or install Windows 7.
The first install was planned, a full install on a brand new Vista laptop, and went smoothly apart from that small issue with the graphics driver and the webcam only showing upside down images. You want to chat with someone who appears to be hanging from the ceiling? I’m your girl. The second install was not so planned, but ended up being an upgrade-ish from Vista to Windows 7 on my desktop’s shiny new hard drive, a hard drive that talks to my computer and works and everything. I say upgrade-ish, because you can’t upgrade from Vista Home We’re Awesome Edition to Windows 7 We’re Suit-wearing Professionals Edition, and so it makes up a story about how it’s doing a clean install. This is a blatant lie, incidentally, but a happy lie from Microsoft for once.
All of this is a long-winded way of saying, I love Ninite. The first thing I normally do after a reinstall is open Internet Explorer and use that to download Firefox. Once Firefox is sorted, I then start the three-day-long process of working out what it is I actually use, remembering only when I go to use a program that I still need to download and install it. Ninite takes out the guesswork. Open IE, head to IE, tick boxes for almost everything I use on a daily basis — including Firefox, Thunderbird, Notepad++, Spotify, Adobe Reader, AVG, VLC and WinSCP — and I can download a custom installer that gets it all done at once. This means that the only software I need to manually install are the biggies — Photoshop, Illustrator, Lightroom, and any drivers that need to be argued with (assuming that those drivers are available before mid-November, that is. Just sayin’, Hewlett-Packard.) So kudos, Ninite — you have made the past two weeks infinitely easier.
(Note: all credit for the pumpkin above must go to our next door neighbours. Sadly, I cannot take any credit for those artistically swirly eyes or the way our stairwell suddenly smells a lot like rotting veg. You don’t know how tempted I am to take the lid off and put the hamster inside, just having him knock on our door to get in again once he’s had his fill.)
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