( done list )
11th March 2010
9th March 2010
23rd February 2010
Google Extensions, uninstalling
Here to remind me:
from:
http://pcsplace.com/google/how-to-use-g
because clicking on menu options is harder when the menu is not here.
How to Manage and Un-Install your Google Chrome Extensions
The installed add-ons or extensions can be accessed or managed by navigating to chrome://extensions ( Just type this in your Chrome Browser’s address bar and press Enter ).
In order to uninstall an extension, just press Uninstall button of the particular extension which you want to remove. It will be gone after you restart your browser.
If your extensions are not listed here, they can be uninstalled by deleting them. This can be done by finding out where your extensions are installed in your computer. You can find these from your Chrome profile or you can search them manually in your Documents and Settings folder.
from:
http://pcsplace.com/google/how-to-use-g
because clicking on menu options is harder when the menu is not here.
Last night I managed to renew library-books online, so if I miss returning them this week they won't be overdue. The librarians kept telling me I could do that whenever I returned overdue books (and paid the fines), I had just never remembered to do it.
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Today I got out and met a friend for lunch, if a bit later than I had meant to.
She works at the Museum of Natural History and I wanted to go there to look at stuff and to get presents for the nieces and nephews. I got four cuddly dinosaurs, to give one to each.
Also we ate food together, and talked about cooking.
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Today I got out and met a friend for lunch, if a bit later than I had meant to.
She works at the Museum of Natural History and I wanted to go there to look at stuff and to get presents for the nieces and nephews. I got four cuddly dinosaurs, to give one to each.
Also we ate food together, and talked about cooking.
18th February 2010
I went to the Museum of London at Docklands today. http://www.museumindocklands.org.uk/
Today the sky was clear and it was sunny.
I took some photos - mostly at Canary Wharf station and from West India Quay station, and they're going up on flickr.
The London, Sugar and Slavery exhibition was interesting and beautiful. It said terrible and sad things, because people did terrible things.
I bought small things which make a little noise to give to my niblings. I hope that goes well.
Today the sky was clear and it was sunny.
I took some photos - mostly at Canary Wharf station and from West India Quay station, and they're going up on flickr.
The London, Sugar and Slavery exhibition was interesting and beautiful. It said terrible and sad things, because people did terrible things.
I bought small things which make a little noise to give to my niblings. I hope that goes well.
Today we did a belated pancake day. We had people over and we watched Buffy.
I made the batter:
1 cup of plain flour
a pinch of salt
2 eggs
200 ml milk
75 ml water
I measured out the flour, measured out the water and milk, mixed the water and the milk.
Sift the flour, the recipe said. I just poured it into a bowl from a foot up. I added the salt and mixed it in. I made a well in the middle of the flour in the bowl. I broke in two eggs, stated mixing them gradually incorporating the flour in.
I added the water and milk in gradually, bit by bit, and kept stirring. stirred until it was all one mixture, very liquid, about the consistency of single cream.
I made a second bowl, when the first batch looked okay, because then I knew I had got the proportions right. (the recipes all had the amount of flour by weight and I have no kitchen scales. A cup of flour works.)
Then I put down the bowl and did other things.
After an episode of Buffy![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oscarhocklee went and made pancakes.
The batter worked well. They were tasty pancakes.
If we do this again, for about 6 people, I'll make three batches, not two.
And maybe remember that lemon and sugar are enough, and people like them, and there's no need to buy jam. We offered orange curd and honey and peanut-butter because we had them, and nutella because I had bought some for the pancakes. But mostly people had pancakes with sugar and lemon.
Okay, I made a fruit salad and I anddoseybat ate a pancake with fruit salad in each. Yay fruit-salad.
I made the batter:
1 cup of plain flour
a pinch of salt
2 eggs
200 ml milk
75 ml water
I measured out the flour, measured out the water and milk, mixed the water and the milk.
Sift the flour, the recipe said. I just poured it into a bowl from a foot up. I added the salt and mixed it in. I made a well in the middle of the flour in the bowl. I broke in two eggs, stated mixing them gradually incorporating the flour in.
I added the water and milk in gradually, bit by bit, and kept stirring. stirred until it was all one mixture, very liquid, about the consistency of single cream.
I made a second bowl, when the first batch looked okay, because then I knew I had got the proportions right. (the recipes all had the amount of flour by weight and I have no kitchen scales. A cup of flour works.)
Then I put down the bowl and did other things.
After an episode of Buffy
oscarhocklee went and made pancakes. The batter worked well. They were tasty pancakes.
If we do this again, for about 6 people, I'll make three batches, not two.
And maybe remember that lemon and sugar are enough, and people like them, and there's no need to buy jam. We offered orange curd and honey and peanut-butter because we had them, and nutella because I had bought some for the pancakes. But mostly people had pancakes with sugar and lemon.
Okay, I made a fruit salad and I and
doseybat ate a pancake with fruit salad in each. Yay fruit-salad.14th February 2010
13th February 2010
I meant to write about going out On Monday to see Rose Watt do stand-up comedy - Test Tube Comedy at Canal Cafe Theatre.
And I didn't get around to it.
It was a good night, there was a fun atmosphere, and funny people.
I came with my umbrella-from-the-future - the central stick lights up, like the umbrellas in Bladerunner - it is shiny. It snowed a little when I was walking from the tube station, so I even got to use it as an umbrella.
One of the acts - Matthew Highton - even noticed my umbrella and asked me to hold it up and show it .
Steven Carlin was the headliner, and he did a couple of jokes that sounded familiar to me, and then I realised I had seen him before, in Kentish Town, in the summer.
He did a lot of funny stuff,
and then there was a joke in which the punchline was calling a phone-sex-worker a 'hussy' - and the front of the venue, which was mostly women, did not laugh at all. Yes, hello, it wasn't funny. He seemed puzzled by that. Golly, haha, calling a woman a hussy, how witty, what larks.
Comedy of that sort works when it is about the person performing, or kicking /up/.
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Arg. I wanted to say there were funny bits, and I heckled Tom Webb, (but it was a deserved heckle, and it was not funnier than him, so hey).
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Rose was good and she did jokes and then she did a song, which she had just written for the show, so it was very new. Not remembering the words is allowed when it is recovered from with such charm and grace.
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Ben Target was funny and he wore a bunny hat and that charmed me in itself, and then he used lots of props and they worked. It was good. There was chocolate.
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Mark Cooper-Jones did that thing where he talked a lot about his name and repeated his name, and it worked: I remembered his name.
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The Canal Cafe theatre has both a strawberry-flavoured perry (that's an alcoholic pear-cider) and a strawberry-flavourted beer (Fruli!). mmm, strawberry.
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There were other people there, come out to see Rose - _onlysmarties_ , and the_lady_vanilla_, who was doing a witty zombie embroidery for Valentine's day. And other people whose LJ names I did not get. Or forgot.
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Then there was wednesday morning, and I read about a man on the tube approaching my friend - because a woman on the tube is totally there for his benefit, wearing huge headphones and with her head in a book is not a clue she might not want any interaction, and when she ignored him, he came up and stroked her arm...
and she elbowed him in the face, because she has that kind of awesome.
Then some other LJ friend said 'non-pc' as though being a thoughtless rude insensitive arsehole to people was some kind of a good thing.
And someone else mentioned the webcomic 'Least I could Do' http://www.leasticoulddo.com/ and described it as '- it's a webcomic where the main character is a charming but smug and childish sex-obsessed bastard (which you tend to forget, because he's fun, generous and charming)'
So I went and looked, to see which it was, and the first strip I could see was this:
http://www.leasticoulddo.com/comic/2010
Man:Regulations?
Other Man: First one to score gets his accommodations paid for. Cock-blocking rules are in effect. Pussies need not apply.
Oh.
Not so much of the fun, generous and charming, there. More of the childish sex-obsessed bastard.
And I didn't get around to it.
It was a good night, there was a fun atmosphere, and funny people.
I came with my umbrella-from-the-future - the central stick lights up, like the umbrellas in Bladerunner - it is shiny. It snowed a little when I was walking from the tube station, so I even got to use it as an umbrella.
One of the acts - Matthew Highton - even noticed my umbrella and asked me to hold it up and show it .
Steven Carlin was the headliner, and he did a couple of jokes that sounded familiar to me, and then I realised I had seen him before, in Kentish Town, in the summer.
He did a lot of funny stuff,
and then there was a joke in which the punchline was calling a phone-sex-worker a 'hussy' - and the front of the venue, which was mostly women, did not laugh at all. Yes, hello, it wasn't funny. He seemed puzzled by that. Golly, haha, calling a woman a hussy, how witty, what larks.
Comedy of that sort works when it is about the person performing, or kicking /up/.
***
Arg. I wanted to say there were funny bits, and I heckled Tom Webb, (but it was a deserved heckle, and it was not funnier than him, so hey).
*
Rose was good and she did jokes and then she did a song, which she had just written for the show, so it was very new. Not remembering the words is allowed when it is recovered from with such charm and grace.
*
Ben Target was funny and he wore a bunny hat and that charmed me in itself, and then he used lots of props and they worked. It was good. There was chocolate.
*
Mark Cooper-Jones did that thing where he talked a lot about his name and repeated his name, and it worked: I remembered his name.
*
The Canal Cafe theatre has both a strawberry-flavoured perry (that's an alcoholic pear-cider) and a strawberry-flavourted beer (Fruli!). mmm, strawberry.
*
There were other people there, come out to see Rose - _onlysmarties_ , and the_lady_vanilla_, who was doing a witty zombie embroidery for Valentine's day. And other people whose LJ names I did not get. Or forgot.
*******
Then there was wednesday morning, and I read about a man on the tube approaching my friend - because a woman on the tube is totally there for his benefit, wearing huge headphones and with her head in a book is not a clue she might not want any interaction, and when she ignored him, he came up and stroked her arm...
and she elbowed him in the face, because she has that kind of awesome.
Then some other LJ friend said 'non-pc' as though being a thoughtless rude insensitive arsehole to people was some kind of a good thing.
And someone else mentioned the webcomic 'Least I could Do' http://www.leasticoulddo.com/ and described it as '- it's a webcomic where the main character is a charming but smug and childish sex-obsessed bastard (which you tend to forget, because he's fun, generous and charming)'
So I went and looked, to see which it was, and the first strip I could see was this:
http://www.leasticoulddo.com/comic/2010
Man:Regulations?
Other Man: First one to score gets his accommodations paid for. Cock-blocking rules are in effect. Pussies need not apply.
Oh.
Not so much of the fun, generous and charming, there. More of the childish sex-obsessed bastard.
11th February 2010
Got out of the flat. It was cold, but there was sunshine.
( why whould anyone want to read this, it is all boring )
( why whould anyone want to read this, it is all boring )
3rd February 2010
Pondering a pot-luck gathering tomorrow. Thinking about things I can make, ingredients I have at home, and things I want to share.
Wandering if people have sensitivities/allergies/aversions I should know.
Wandering how much to bring. Wandering how many people will be there.
Wandering if people have sensitivities/allergies/aversions I should know.
Wandering how much to bring. Wandering how many people will be there.
1st February 2010
31st January 2010
Cheesecake recipes.
( recipes in hebrew from the internet )
Recipes fromtroo in English. ( Read more... )
( and for a savoury, Bulgur chestnut patties )
Recipes from
troo in English. ( Read more... )( and for a savoury, Bulgur chestnut patties )
14th January 2010
In response to a meme that was going around, that said: 'In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Post this on your LJ if you know someone who has or had cancer. 93% won't copy and paste this. Will you?'
If you know someone who died of cancer, if you know someone who is fighting cancer, if you know someone who got the 'all-clear' - tell me about them.
Are you close? How did you find out they had cancer?
Did they die? Tell me a particular thing you miss about them. Tell me a funny anecdote about them. Tell me about a thing they had that you don't know where it is now. Tell me about a thing they gave you.
You have space to tell a story, to share a memory, to tell your friends something they might not know. Instead of copying over and over again a set of sentences, that lose their impact with every repetition.
Bah. Maybe I am too demanding. It may well be I am being an emotional vampire, wanting people to entertain me and give me their own stories and private things just so I can feel better, as though I know them better , and just so I will not be bored. I can't tell.
I had an uncle who died of cancer, lymphoma. It was diagnosed and within a year he died. He had a very big funeral - he died in his forties, so people from his generation, and from a generation before, and from his childrens generation showed up, family and friends.
He used to call me a variation on my name that no-one else called me, and no-one has called me that since. He drove a bus. One day I was about to get on a bus with my sister, and just before the bus stopped, the thought passed through my head - 'You don't have to pay, I know the driver'. I dismissed it as ridiculous. Then we got on the bus and we did actually know the driver, and he told us we didn't have to buy tickets.
My mother-in-law died before she became my mother-in-law. She left me a gold necklace with a pearls and gold pendant - it is beautiful, and she actually talked with my then-boyfriend, now-husband about it suiting me. She liked to dress elegantly and she liked shiny jewellery, and sometimes the jewellery she liked was elegant, and sometimes it was very shiny and spilled over to gaudy.
She had a lot of beautiful coats. When they were being gathered up to be given away, I got to choose some to take - There's a good long wool coat with a velvet collar, with lion-and-unicorn buttons, that was a little too long for me - she was taller than I. I asked a friend to shorten the coat for me, and she did, and now I do not trip on it.
She was beautiful, and I am told she was a good cook. I did not have a chance to taste her cooking.
If you know someone who died of cancer, if you know someone who is fighting cancer, if you know someone who got the 'all-clear' - tell me about them.
Are you close? How did you find out they had cancer?
Did they die? Tell me a particular thing you miss about them. Tell me a funny anecdote about them. Tell me about a thing they had that you don't know where it is now. Tell me about a thing they gave you.
You have space to tell a story, to share a memory, to tell your friends something they might not know. Instead of copying over and over again a set of sentences, that lose their impact with every repetition.
Bah. Maybe I am too demanding. It may well be I am being an emotional vampire, wanting people to entertain me and give me their own stories and private things just so I can feel better, as though I know them better , and just so I will not be bored. I can't tell.
I had an uncle who died of cancer, lymphoma. It was diagnosed and within a year he died. He had a very big funeral - he died in his forties, so people from his generation, and from a generation before, and from his childrens generation showed up, family and friends.
He used to call me a variation on my name that no-one else called me, and no-one has called me that since. He drove a bus. One day I was about to get on a bus with my sister, and just before the bus stopped, the thought passed through my head - 'You don't have to pay, I know the driver'. I dismissed it as ridiculous. Then we got on the bus and we did actually know the driver, and he told us we didn't have to buy tickets.
My mother-in-law died before she became my mother-in-law. She left me a gold necklace with a pearls and gold pendant - it is beautiful, and she actually talked with my then-boyfriend, now-husband about it suiting me. She liked to dress elegantly and she liked shiny jewellery, and sometimes the jewellery she liked was elegant, and sometimes it was very shiny and spilled over to gaudy.
She had a lot of beautiful coats. When they were being gathered up to be given away, I got to choose some to take - There's a good long wool coat with a velvet collar, with lion-and-unicorn buttons, that was a little too long for me - she was taller than I. I asked a friend to shorten the coat for me, and she did, and now I do not trip on it.
She was beautiful, and I am told she was a good cook. I did not have a chance to taste her cooking.
When I am tired enough, typing seems okay, and I can write with the inner editor telling me to shut up, shut up, shut up. But then I get worried that my judgement is impaired and I should not post what I have typed.
Today I watched 'Shopworn Angel' with Margaret Sullavan and James Stewart, via youtube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ASjYBUO
It has cynicism and world-weariness and a woman who is demanding and independent and a bit obnoxious and irresponsible and still loveable. It has a sad ending that was rather telegraphed and yet I still came near to tears.
It has an unbelieveable amount of smoking in it. All the lead characters smoke, all the time. It's amazing to me, now. I wonder if Connie Willis mentions it in Remake? The story is not to do with smoking in itself, but just - smoking happens as a normal thing people do, like eating and drinking.
Of course it has its shares of fail, some I noticed, and some I did not, out of my own privilege.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ASjYBUO
It has cynicism and world-weariness and a woman who is demanding and independent and a bit obnoxious and irresponsible and still loveable. It has a sad ending that was rather telegraphed and yet I still came near to tears.
It has an unbelieveable amount of smoking in it. All the lead characters smoke, all the time. It's amazing to me, now. I wonder if Connie Willis mentions it in Remake? The story is not to do with smoking in itself, but just - smoking happens as a normal thing people do, like eating and drinking.
Of course it has its shares of fail, some I noticed, and some I did not, out of my own privilege.
9th January 2010
Things which annoy:
I upgraded Ubuntu -the operating system I prefer to use on my laptop - to 9.10 in October 2009, when it came out. I have a problem with the sound playing - if a browser has been open for a while, sound stops playing in it sometimes. And I have Spotify, it worked in Ubuntu 9.04, and now it works to the extent that it opens, and if I search for artists and tracks it usually finds them, but I cannot hear the tracks, they will not play. That annoys.
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The ISBN on the book I have just read - which I want to list on http://www.goodreads.com and on http://www.bookmooch.com - comes up as a hardback, even though the book in my hands is a paperback.
Also I like listing the book I read on goodreads, with the cover it had, and I can't do it when the isbn brings up the wrong book.
It's a paperback Puffin of Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, written by Roald Dahl and illustrated by Quentin Blake. A sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
It's not as much fun as I remember Charlie and the Chocolate factory to be. I felt I needed to finish reading it because long-ago a teacher read the Chocolate Factory to my class, and had started 'the great glass elevator', but she did not finish it. I think it was the end of term, maybe.
Thing which is worse:
There was a bit where the president of the United States calls China, and it has this cheerfuly racist bit, ending with --'with so many Wings and Wongs in the phone book, every time you wing, you get a wong number'. Argh. I hadn't remembered the casual racism.
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Thing which amuses:
Sea-slugs are pretty. They have cybergoth colours.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nembr
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Spani
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c
I upgraded Ubuntu -the operating system I prefer to use on my laptop - to 9.10 in October 2009, when it came out. I have a problem with the sound playing - if a browser has been open for a while, sound stops playing in it sometimes. And I have Spotify, it worked in Ubuntu 9.04, and now it works to the extent that it opens, and if I search for artists and tracks it usually finds them, but I cannot hear the tracks, they will not play. That annoys.
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The ISBN on the book I have just read - which I want to list on http://www.goodreads.com and on http://www.bookmooch.com - comes up as a hardback, even though the book in my hands is a paperback.
Also I like listing the book I read on goodreads, with the cover it had, and I can't do it when the isbn brings up the wrong book.
It's a paperback Puffin of Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, written by Roald Dahl and illustrated by Quentin Blake. A sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
It's not as much fun as I remember Charlie and the Chocolate factory to be. I felt I needed to finish reading it because long-ago a teacher read the Chocolate Factory to my class, and had started 'the great glass elevator', but she did not finish it. I think it was the end of term, maybe.
Thing which is worse:
There was a bit where the president of the United States calls China, and it has this cheerfuly racist bit, ending with --'with so many Wings and Wongs in the phone book, every time you wing, you get a wong number'. Argh. I hadn't remembered the casual racism.
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Thing which amuses:
Sea-slugs are pretty. They have cybergoth colours.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nembr
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Spani
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c
7th January 2010
It is the year 2010, I am in London, and it is snowy.
Snapshot from New-Year in Wales:
There was also a feeding of red-tailed kites. Impressive birds. At a feeding-station, not very far from where we were. I had never seen them from that close, nor really expected to.
Snapshot from New-Year in Wales:
Oh Hi.
I'm in Wales.
There's a new year starting and there is SNOW outside.
Got here on the 30th in the evening and there has been elderberry wine and sloe gin and a sweet scumble (recipe: 4.5 litres of pure apple juice from concentrate, a kilogram of suger, and a spoon of wine yeast. I think it was a spoon. maybe a teaspoon? I checked: it was a teaspoon.). Also there is silver birch wine. and tea wine.
All those are home-brewed.
The scumble is disappearing very fast.
Also there are guitars and tea and friendly people and cats.
There was also a feeding of red-tailed kites. Impressive birds. At a feeding-station, not very far from where we were. I had never seen them from that close, nor really expected to.
20th December 2009
This evening, oscarhocklee and I will be at the Pembury to see people and to celebrate his birthday. (His actual birthday is tomorrow).
If you are around and can get there, it would be good to see you.
If you are around and can get there, it would be good to see you.
15th December 2009
Robot Finds Kitten
http://sebpatrick.cpnet.co.uk/?p=13
it's a compilation christmas album.
http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com/
It's a browser-game that uses my twitter name. It is fun to play. It's set in a London Below with the serial numbers filed off. (I gave it access to my twitter.)
Robot finds kitten is a relaxing thing in which a robot, represented by # and played by you, waonders around a screen and finds objects. one of them is kitten! It is available online, to play on the browser, and in many other forms. I have it on my big and clever phone.
it's a compilation christmas album.
http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com/
It's a browser-game that uses my twitter name. It is fun to play. It's set in a London Below with the serial numbers filed off. (I gave it access to my twitter.)
Robot finds kitten is a relaxing thing in which a robot, represented by # and played by you, waonders around a screen and finds objects. one of them is kitten! It is available online, to play on the browser, and in many other forms. I have it on my big and clever phone.
12th December 2009
Today, I ate a NOM lette. (in butter, with paprika and onion and potato and eggs and cheese.)
Singing Silent Monks on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCFCeJTE
I went to a film on Tuesday and to the Christmas fair on the South Bank on Wednesday. There were poffertjes.
And shiny things. London is beautiful.
On the bridge there was a busker with a steel drum, and outside the Royal Festival Hall there was a busker with a clarinet. I like the sounds of those instruments, and it had been a while since I had heard either.
Singing Silent Monks on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCFCeJTE
I went to a film on Tuesday and to the Christmas fair on the South Bank on Wednesday. There were poffertjes.
And shiny things. London is beautiful.
On the bridge there was a busker with a steel drum, and outside the Royal Festival Hall there was a busker with a clarinet. I like the sounds of those instruments, and it had been a while since I had heard either.