October 7th, 2014


Adventures in self-spamming

If there's a post you really don't want multiply duplicated, it's a whinging post. So clearly a good choice for me to use to experiment with emailing posts to my journal for the 1st time ever (to DW, as the interface on iphone or android wouldn't allow the prewritten post to be pasted in). Emailed, but no post appeared. So then tried emailing again from an alternate address. Then off to bed in disgust as STILL no post. And finally, multiple copies of the damn post everywhere. Technology hates me, I'm going down the garden to eat worms. 

General whinging

It's been a difficult few days. First google stopped working at home, so everything needing a login like gmail and (crucially) calendar are no go. Then 2 days ago a power outage fried the pc so it won't start. It's in the shop and I'm struggling with my iphone and useless useless android pad. I think I'll have to get a proper laptop. The SKY TV box also got fried but they fixed that. Mum's been vague and muddled and I know we're slowly tilting into our current set-up collapsing but I can't bear to think about it and this is why I need the damn computer! In better news, the car's fixed but now its aircon's broken, sigh. But I made crepes in the power outage (us primitives on the outskirts of civilization having learned to always have a camping gas stove and lamp) which were remarkably tasty just rolled up with raspberry jam inside. I'm consoling myself with re-listening to Fayjay's reading of Auburn's Gypsies Tramps and Thieves (when out driving) and rereading the Water Grinds the Stone, as I needed a properly long fic to immerse myself. It could be worse. I mean, it probably will be worse in the not so distant future, but sufficient unto the day.