For some unknown reason, the foul MS Outlook has been misbehaving over the past couple of months. For no reason, emails from some people were getting through, while others languished, uncollected, on my webmail server.
So I tried to re-install the blessed thing from MS Office, whereupon Outlook apparently got into a snit and disappeared from my laptop forever. (It would also have taken my address book as part of the divorce settlement except that in a moment of rare foresight, I’d backed up my contact list a little while ago, so while I may be missing a few recent additions, the majority of them have been saved.)
Thanks to Tech Support Wizard (TSW) BobbyK, I waved goodbye to Outlook
and managed to install and configure Thunderbird as a replacement, getting in the process something like seven hundred emails that I’d never seen before.
So please excuse my apparent rudeness in not replying earlier, but I never saw your emails because Outlook. [200,000-word rant deleted]
All those who were unable to register to comment here have had their emails passed on to TSW for his attention. If you’re still waiting for a response from me on some other issue, please do me the favor of re-sending your emails if it’s still germane or necessary. Ditto if you’ve only recently started to correspond with me, so I can add your addy to Ye Olde Addresse Booke.
As for MS Outlook:
For some reason, yesterday’s post about coffee failed to appear, but I managed to retrieve it and it’s up now.
As a bonus, here’s a funny one which proves that Old Farts not only have sex, they’re unashamed of the fact:
Of course, that is in Wisconsin, where there’s not much else to do other than go to Green Bay Packers games…
Blogging will be scarce, and possibly even of lower quality than normal, as I’m driving to visit a friend in another state. (No flying until I have to, thank you very much.) I’ll try to post while on the road, but I’ll be at the mercy of the Fleabagge Motel’s wi-fi, so if nothing appears, that’s the reason.
In the meantime, enjoy a little eye candy:
It’s the Beretta Model 75 in .22LR, and it’s the gun I learned to shoot handguns with. I’ve been spoiled ever since by the experience.
Oh, you wanted that kind of eye candy? For shame, for shame. Okay, here’s Janine Turner, suitably dressed:
Sorry about the paucity of posts today. There are two reasons:
1. Last night Doc Russia and I were renewing our acquaintance, so to speak, in that he was telling me all about his African safari, showing me videos, pictures and so on.
2. Yes, there was a certain amount of liquor involved, hence my mild hangover and sleep-in this morning.
3. The place was devoid of food, so we had to remedy that by visiting several of the food emporia in the neighborhood.
Normal service will resume tomorrow, with a piece on the difficulty of buying watches.
Folks, please forgive me if posting is a little light this week. The realtor called last Monday (that would be Feb 27 ) to tell me that in order to sell the house and get top dollar, I have to be fully moved out by Mar 14 — that is, leave a house with walls ‘n floors only so that the rehab crew can come in to make the necessary repairs and paint the place so she can list it on Apr 1.
When she said that, I told her I thought it was a pretty elaborate April Fool’s Day trick, whereupon she just repeated, “March 14,” and hung up.
The first of (I think) three 30-yard dumpsters arrives at nine this morning, and I’ve hired a team of young men with strong backs and lots of energy to clear out fourteen years of crap, detritus and junk (yeah, I know it sounds like a German legal firm) in the space of a week.
To add to it, Daughter moves out and into her apartment on Wed 8, so there’ll be her movers moving stuff around my set of movers. Let’s hope this doesn’t turn into some kind of mover-imbroglio like a West Side Story dance routine, because then I’ll just have to throw up.
As for me… well, I’m not actually going to be doing anything other than sitting on a garden chair with a gin & tonic in hand, barking orders and whipping the workers when they start getting tired. I mean, I have to turn this:
Anyway, there should be a post or two each day nevertheless — even if I have to recycle that damn old Pussification thing just to keep the Red Meat Readers in full voice.
Glad to see that the Grouchy Ol’ Cripple is back, after his site was hacked. Was not glad to read that while his site was down, he was considering retiring. We need MORE angry, vituperative old farts blogging, not fewer — hell, if I can return…