Nom de Plume

Scratchings and Jotlings on Books, Houses, Pets, Art, the Exigencies of Daily Existence, and Other Ephemera

Tag: Webbish

Nothing between you and google but a couple of brain cells.

Okay, this is pretty funny. Remember that little time waster [your name] needs?

Apparently, the [your name] part is confusing. I’ve gotten 140 hits in the past three days for people searching for “your name needs.”

On Domestic Tech Support

Mr. Nom de Plume started his new job this week. Much to his dismay–and much to my amusement–they gave him a BlackBerry. This evening, he came home with his new laptop too. “I need to hook my Outlook into my BlackBerry,” he explained.

“You need to sync it?”

“Yeah, I’ve tried everything, but it doesn’t work. So I figured you could help me.”

“Do you have a cable?”

Silence.

“Oh. Maybe that’s the problem.”

“Does it have bluetooth?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, it does. But I have blue teeth too so I don’t really know what that means.”

Actually, to be honest, I can’t figure this thing out either because I don’t know if it syns locally or through the server. So I told him the same thing any self-respecting tech support person would. “Take it back to IT.”

We’re back and it’s time for a new template

A three-columned template, which is something I’ve been seeking for, like, three years.

The only thing I don’t like about this (other than the niggling little details, which even I can fix) is that when you click on categories, or archives, or search, it comes up with incomplete posts appended with a “read more.” Personally, I find the need to click and click and click some more to be only slightly less irritating than reversed out 5 pt type on a black background. So if there are any wordpress gurus out there, PLEASE tell me how to modify. I can’t pay you, but I’ll send you some handmade soap …

Dear MySpace Users

Please, please stop hotlinking images. It’s obnoxious. More than that, I really don’t want to be associated in any way, shape, or form to your stupid page with pictures of you pouting in front of a mirror with a digital camera. I don’t want to hear “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me” pounding out of my laptop speakers as all your stupid little friends are all, like, “I luv u 4ever!!!!!” and “OMG, you are soooooooooooooo hotttttttttt!!!!!!!”

And believe me when I say that the world does not need to be exposed to your whale tail.

You have singlehandedly set the women’s movement back about 4 million years. I never once thought I would ever say this, but you know what? You are asking for it. Seriously.

You’re embarrassed by your parents? That’s nothing compared to what you’re going to face. In 15 years, your children–who will be parents themselves if they follow your example–are going to be so appalled at what you’ve allowed everyone to see that they’ll become born agains just to rebel.

Yeah, yeah, I know. If MySpace were a country it would be the 11th largest in the world. Unfortunately, Bush wouldn’t be able to go in swinging his WMD argument because he’d know that it was too stupid a nation to have WMDs. Though come to think of it, he probably has a page there. But that’s a digression from my main point, which is, quite simply this: You are scary, scary people. Now stop stealing my bandwidth.

[your name here] + needs =

I stumbled across this somewhere, and if you need to waste two minutes, here it is … five minutes if you blog it. Google “[your name] needs” and see what you come up with.

Apparently, I am touchy feely:
“Zia needs support.”
“Zia needs to reach the heart.”
“Zia needs to reach out honestly.”

And apparently, I need to drink more:
“Zia needs 30-40 shooters.”

But then I need to drink less:
“Zia needs to be put back in the bottle.”

Okay, five minutes wasted. Back to major soapmaking marathon. I’ve gotten bad about posting soaps, but in the past week I’ve made:

– Lavandin / spruce / orange / litsea / amrys / rose FO
– Another complicated blend that I forgot to write down, and can’t remember everything that’s in there
– Lavender / orange / peppermint
– Another batch of modified castile with beeswax and honey
– Another batch of the all-new the No Stinkum Steve.

Actually, let me waste another five minutes.

The all new NSS is the final NSS. It’s awesome. It’s made with anise, lavender, tea tree, and peppermint and colored with activated charcoal so it’s BLACK. I just cut it this morning:

Lackluster bloggishness

I’m thinking about retiring the blog.

I’ve kept this thing going for over three years now. It’s gone through several iterations, chronicled the ephemera of my life, and I don’t regret what is, after all, an exercise in narcissism. But these days, it just feels pointless–and frankly, I’m not having fun with it anymore. More to the point, I have the sneaking suspicion that blogging is keeping me from working on the novel.

I don’t know; maybe this is just a phase. Maybe I’m just depressed.

Need a podcast receiver that works with Vista 64-bit?

Forget accounting programs, printer drivers, and all that other junk that doesn’t work. what I really needed was a podcast receiver that would. After googling around, found Happy Fish; its programmer Will was looking for Windows Vista 64-bit testers. And it works! And it’s free! Besides which, Will is a really nice guy (and I think must also be a designer, considering the super slick way HF looks). Download here.