Blogs: Pandammonia
The world that revolves around Caity Ross.
Firefox 3.5
Just upgraded to Firefox 3.5. Seems good. It’s got private browsing now, which Chrome has always had so you can watch your porn without anyone knowing about it. Except your ISP and your employer if you browse for porn at work.
It also claims to be faster…and there was me blaming my ISP for the World Wide Web being slow, and also Colin, for downloading games all the time, stealing the Internets. His computer is closer to the wireless router, you see, so he obviously gets first dibs on the beams.
One of the add-ons I had was incompatible with it, but it was only some Microsoft thing that I didn’t really want anyway, so I’m not bothered. Not sure what it did; some sort of spying or other, I think.
Grumble…updates…grumble
Since I updated Wordpress recently, they’ve done something to the layout and everything. I had it just so, and now they’ve gone and mucked it up, and it doesn’t validate as XHTML anymore. If I check the code without what I just typed, there are still errors, and my book blog doesn’t validate any more, and I haven’t updated that for ages. Furthermore, all my non-blog pages do validate.
Graaargh!
Death of a Freak
Michael Jackson’s series of 10 concerts at London’s O2 arena in July will be “the final curtain call”, he has said. … “I’ll be performing the songs my fans want to hear. This is the final curtain call.” … The star was “in great shape” for the dates, [Randy Phillips, chief executive of promoter AEG Live] said. “He’s passed an extensive four-hour physical with independent third party doctors selected by the insurance carriers. He’s in incredible health.”
I don’t think so. What I am wondering about, though, and call me callous, is what happens to all the pennies people paid to get tickets for the concerts. Not that I bought tickets to see him, of course; I’ve always thought he was overrated, myself.
FTM
There’s been a lot of mocking the maggie scum recently, and quite right too, if you ask me.
I met a magpie at Strawberry Fair on Saturday. “Har har!” I burst out. He didn’t want to talk about football, oddly enough. He said he’d had a few north-easterners at his stall, and the last one had also been a Mackem, and they laughed as well, which made me laugh again.
The best mockery has to be the two signs that a couple of Mackems put on the road to Newcastle from Sunderland, with one sign pointing each way. The sign pointing towards Sunderland says, with an arrow pointing straight ahead:
The Stadium of Light
The North East’s only Premier League stadium
The one pointing to the scum says, also with an arrow pointing ahead:
Sid James’ Park
The biggest stadium in the ‘fizzy pop’ league
This was brought to my attention by my brother, who sent me a link to the excellent video on youtube showing the two Mackems responsible showing off and unveiling the signs. They’ll get no marks for camera work, but the content is fantastic. Makes me laugh every time I watch it, especially the commentary at the very end.
A couple of friends have also pointed out that the signs have even made the local BBC news.
I just hope the council leave them there: they’re fantastic!
Update (30/06/09): the person who posted the youtube video has taken it down! What a travesty! Bring it back! I knew I should have made more effort to save the video locally.
Unpeaceful
A while ago, I showed you a photo of my lovely peace lily in bloom for the first time in six years. I am sorry to break the bad news to you, but that plant is now dead. It is brown and shrivelled and very dead. I am not happy about this and less happy about the fact that it was my own fault for not having watered it sufficiently.
I propagated it some time ago, so all is not lost. That plant is on the kitchen window sill, yellowing.
I was recently reminded about the benefits of watering plants with leftover cold tea out the teapot. Unfortunately, I use teabags. I’ll just have to make my second peace lily a special cup whenever I make myself one, although I’ll have to leave hers to cool before I give it to her and remember about it later, and prevent Colin from pouring it away.
Mmm, tea. Yes, I think I’ll make those cuppas now.
More Virgin junk mail
I wrote last month about a letter sent to my house from Virgin addressed to a previous occupier and how I wrote a message on the back because Virgin weren’t seeming to understand that he no longer lives here.
Well, what should come through the letterbox today, but yet another letter for Mr X. I wonder what to write on the back of this time. I’m thinking of something along the lines of something really sarky, seeing as being reasonably polite didn’t work. Something like Virgin, what part of ‘not known at this address’ do you not understand? What do you think?