It was when Graham said: “Google Chrome seems to have gone flaky this weekend” that I decided my problems with all sorts of logging-in websites, including WordPress, might well be down to googleification. So I installed and have switched over to Firefox. First impressions are that it’s alright. Not brilliant, just alright. My feeling is that it’s slower than Google Chrome, especially on rendering graphics. But it’ll do, and I find that by becoming a Firefox user, my web-cred takes a notch in the upward direction. The only way to go further up than this is to desert Windows for Ubuntu, and that I shall not do until I buy a new PC with Ubuntu installed and supported.
I used to describe Unix enthusiasts as being all sandals and chest-wigs. Well, it’s far too cold and windy for sandals, and I fear that I’m a little long in the tooth to begin wearing a chest-wig. Can you get a chest-wig in steely grey, I wonder?
So, after all the worry and hassle over my blog, I’m settled down and happy again. Thanks for the concern.
Yesterday evening the BBC gave us a rare treat–a Doctor Who special: Water of Mars. I’ll not do a spoiler here but I can safely tell you that I rate it as one of the very best. Scary, with just the right balance of science and complexity to warrant the Science Fiction label. I think there are two more David Tennant ‘specials’ before the entrance of the next Doctor; if this one is anything to go by then Christmas just became even more worth waiting for.
While Graham was tapping away yesterday evening, recording his trip to see Muse at the London O2, I was installing Firefox and getting back up to speed with the blog. So absorbed was I that I missed the ping-ping-ping of the kitchen timer and over-cooked the meat balls. Now, I like crunchy food, but meat balls is one dish that ought not to be crunchy.
Graham was forgiving: “These meat balls are… chewsome,” he said.
“Oh, tell it the way it is, why don’t you? They’re over-cooked and there’s no excuse. I hate crispy crunchy meat balls.”
“Hmmm. Is there cheesecake for dessert?”
“Yup.”
“Well, there you are, then.”
