Posts Tagged: wtf

Problems, and the solving of same

Publishing this after the fact (though written in stages) because I was completely sure that people would have replied with advice, on the blog, on Mastodon, on Twitter, even if I’d asked explicitly not to do that. Advice from people not on the spot would have made me much too nervous. I had all the

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Locale revisited

So I thought I’d solved my Firefox language problems, but then I clicked on the empty-tab page. And that was still in Dutch. I did some more wailing on Mastodon, which duly crossed the bridge to Twitter, where a helpful soul on the Firefox support team picked it up. Hey, you can download Firefox in

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What the bleep, Firefox?

I thought I’d changed all the system settings: set the system language to en-GB and the fallback language to en-US, kept all the locale settings Netherlands (after all I want the right timezone, money format, etcetera) except Time-and-Date. But Firefox was partly in Dutch. I tried to find a language setting in Preferences but all

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Spam for the parish

Deconstructing a mail message I got in my parish webmaster persona. Yes, I know it’s spam, but I’m treating it as if it’s serious. *Hello petrusenpaulus.eu <http://petrusenpaulus.eu> Team, * Yep, that’s me. *Get your website on Google’s Front Page search:* It’s already there: searching for “orthodoxe kerk deventer” gets it as the first three results.

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Stranger than fiction

A meeting –not the “sit down, talk and take minutes” kind, but the “get together and do stuff” kind. You and some of your friends are nominally in charge of the group but under much pressure. When the meeting is well underway three of the antagonists come in, all together (well, A and B are

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Day of the Elderly

I didn’t go swimming this morning. It’s “dag van de ouderen”, “day of older people”. When another swimmer and I (both in our mid-fifties) asked how old one should be to be invited, Warm Water Man assured us that we were in the target demographic. Both of us said we didn’t feel called. The day

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wooOOOooo

I got wolf-whistled at this morning. By two old men in mobility scooters. Well, at least they picked on someone near their own age. Usually I’m blessedly free of being wolf-whistled at, probably because I’m old, fat and ugly 55, and I’ve had three children and that’s visible. They were making lewd comments about my

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what the bleep

Apparently my laptop has discovered this “wireless power” thing all by itself. (this was in Madrid, which I’ll blog about more extensively when I have collected my thoughts and am not distracted by Deryni books)

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Butter mystery

I buy butter. I don’t buy margarine. Not to spread on bread, because I hate the stuff (especially the low-fat varieties; they give a fatty mouth-feel without any taste, brr), and not for the kitchen because there are so many nicer cooking fats: oil! ghee! lard! dripping! goose fat! oh, and butter! My default butter

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