Your Last Browsing Session Closed Unexpectedly

We’ve been forced to switch to Internet Explorer 9 at work and it’s been Hell for me. For reasons unknown the browser is constantly locking up. I spend more time looking at messages that say “(not responding)” and “Close Browser?” than I do working. It’s frustrating and it makes me want to cry.

I don’t cry. That’s just how bad this has gotten.

Since this is a work requirement there isn’t a lot I can do about it, except pester the poor helpdesk folks and keep sending them the lengthy error messages that show up in the “more information” section every time I have to force the browser to shut down just so I can restart it again.

What’s really irritating is the “you can’t save this until you finish it” things I sometimes find myself doing. There have been a few things I’ve done four or five times because IE9 kept locking up unexpectedly.

I’m also noticing a weird lag when I type things into forms in IE9. I can type at my normal speed and then watch the letters come up on the screen. It’s a lot like my 1200 baud days (kids, ask your grandparents). It also makes for some interesting toypos becyause I usually know when I’ve makde them and have already backspaced over them to fix them, but the keyboard doesn’t understand and the corrections get all weird and misplaced. See the first part of that sentence for an example.

Nameless Horses (Conversations Part 3)

The Partner-in-Crime: Have you ever been to the desert?

Me: Are you kidding? I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to get out of the rain.

Him: That’s stupid. A horse with no name. I’d have to name him.

Me: You couldn’t call him just Horse?

Him: Stanley.

Me: What if his name was Horse?

Him: Couldn’t do it.

Me: The other horses would make fun of him. “Hey, Horse. This guy can’t even get your name right!”

Him: Nope.

Me: What if his name really was ‘A Horse With No Name’? They give racing horses strange names like that.”

Him: Isn’t it time you went to work?

Hey Vernal!

Today is the first day of Spring, 2015. So it’s snowing.

It’s not a serious snow. It’s above freezing and the last time I looked (which was on my way into work) it was only sticking to the metal things and the grassy things. Streets and sidewalks were relatively clear.

Snow in spring isn’t completely unheard of in Maryland. My mom tells me that it snowed the day I was born (I’m an Aries) but was in the 80s (Fahrenheit) when she brought me home from the hospital. I’m not sure, but I think this means that either I’m a god or the spawn of Satan. Which, technically, would also be a god, but I digress.

Mom also tells me that there was snow on Mother’s Day one year.

Anyhow, it’s not unusual.

If I were a DJ, at this point, the opening beats of the Tom Jones song would be here.

What do you mean he don’t eat no meat?

So I went to Dunkin today and ordered their new breakfast sandwich. In the picture there’s bacon on it. So I said “Can I have [sandwich] with no meat?”

The counter girl said “That doesn’t come with meat. [pause] Oh, did you mean the bacon?”

…. I don’t know if that’s implying that Dunkin’s bacon isn’t actual meat, or if the girl doesn’t know that bacon is (usually) meat.

Oh Baby

I have online friends. I have a lot of online friends and many of them I’ve known for multiple decades. Sometimes they surprise me by reminding me that they’re actually real people and grown-up because they go and do things like have babies.

One friend is about halfway through her (what I assume will be (she loves kids)) first pregnancy. I’m taking the opportunity to knit baby things.

Like a hat.

(hat pattern)

Or feets.

(booties pattern)

The booties are cool. They look like weird platform shoes because they’re knit flat. But I’ve seen pictures where it’s pretty obvious they’re baby-foot-ish once there’s a foot in them. They’re for newborns, so they don’t need to be useful for walking and they need to be roomy for wiggling.

I like this. I can knit small things for people without ever having to risk actually being anywhere near a baby. Oh, and I suppose it’s a nice thing to do for a friend.