Archive for June 8th, 2007

I have been Humbled

Grandad June 8th, 2007

I was just browsing around when I came across Michele Neylon :: Pensieri which is a blog I visit from time to time.

He’s a bit of a techie, but he says he likes my blog, so I’d better say I like his.

He has just posted an article about The Blogger’s Choice Awards and is bragging about how he has been nominated.

So I went along to the awards site and there are zillions of sites nominated. “At last” I thinks to myself, “at least I’ll stand out from the crowd and be a non-nomination”. But I was wrong.

I have been nominated under three categories!! So somebody out there loves me. thank you Humblehousewife.

My site was nominated for Best Blog of All Time!My site was nominated for Best Humor Blog!My site was nominated for Best Political Blog!

She has nominated me for “Best Blog Of All Time” which is extremely flattering but a little ambitious?

She has also nominated me for “Best Political Blog” which is strange, as I don’t see myself [or my blog] as a political animal. In fact the only political animals I know are George W, Bertie and Harney. [Lets see who can come up with the best animal suggestion for them!!]

And she has nominated me for Best Humor Blog. For once I will overlook the misspelling [it should be 'humour', you fools]. I am extremely flattered, and humbled

But that won’t stop me canvassing for votes. I’ll even climb a lamppost if necessary, and get into a fight with any Green Party member who comes my way. [On second thoughts, that wasn't a very good tactic considering the outcome.]

So click on my wee icons and cast your votes. You have to register, but that is a small price to pay. Well, actually, it’s free. Let me see how many friends I have. Let me see how you really think of me.

On second thoughts, just vote.

Plug and play my backside

Grandad June 8th, 2007

I have one of those wireless thingys for my computer.

It had a hissy fit yesterday, and I couldn’t do anything with it, so I decided to reset it this morning.

I pressed the little reset button on the back, and that is when the fun began.

You see, I’d lost the manual for the wireless thingy, and also all the settings that my broadband people had given me. So I rang them. I got through straight away, which was a miracle. But it was karma playing a joke on me, because I got onto a bloke who was so foreign I could only understand about one word in ten.

We held the conversation purely by guesswork. If I didn’t understand anything he said, I would say something at random, like my address or phone number. The odd time, I would pick out a word and we’d make some progress. Eventually, after about ten minutes, I got the information I wanted. The whole thing wasn’t helped by the fact that his records showed that I had been disconnected about a year ago, and that I didn’t exist any more. I sometimes think that myself.

So I started putting the numbers into my wireless thingy. I kept denying myself permissions to get into it, like cutting off the branch you’re sitting on. So I had to keep resetting it. The reset button is getting a bit worn now.

I got it working eventually, and I am back into the Interweb. I’ve wasted a whole morning of porn research though.

If I buy a new toaster and bring it home, I just plug it into the wall and make my toast. Why can’t computers be the same? They used to rant on about plug-n-play or whatever you call it, but it isn’t like that. You’d need a Masters Degree in Advanced Mathematics to get one of these yokes running.

And they wonder why there aren’t many of us old folks on-line?