My mom’s browser (latest Ubuntu Firefox; I checked) has mysteriously disappeared the images on amazon.co.uk. Now, everything I’ve found for troubleshooting this tells you to go to Firefox -> (Tools)Options -> Options -> Content -> something to the effect of “display images on sites”; I cannot currently actually find the instructions, but it’s not actually relevant because: The current version of Firefox, and this is true on every platform I’ve tried it on, does not *have* something to the effect of “display images”, although I certainly remember older versions having…
Author: mizkit
cough. cough cough cough cough cough
Sick of being sick. Everybody is sick, and it keeps lingering and coughing and snotting and tireding and just ugh. I’ve had about 10 cold-free days since late October and whinge whinge snivel complain. Furthermore, my thinks to do list looks like this: Thinks to do: – ALL THE THINKS *ded*
The Dragon, the Witch & the Railroad
I could have *sworn* I’d posted this last week, but apparently not! Elizabeth Ann Scarborough, author of many wonderful books (including the Nebula-award-winning HEALER’S WAR, a book which her MFA professors at our mutual alma mater, the University of Alaska Fairbanks, told her would never be published!), is running a Kickstarter! It’s for a new book in the Songs of the Seashell Archives, which are light-hearted, delightful epic fantasy that I absolutely loved when I discovered them. (Among other things, the first book features possibly my all-time favorite authorial insertion,…
thanksgiving
I have pictures on my phone of the full Thanksgiving spread and I kept being like “i should not post on LJ until i have the pictures ready!” and also everybody in the entire universe is sick and so posting is too hard anyway, but if I keep it up like that I’m obviously never going to post anything again ever, so I’m posting without pictures now. We ended up with a preposterous amount of leftover turkey because there was a non-zero possibility that twice as many people as did…
ever so handy
Last Friday I called a handyman recommended by the letting agency. He said he would be over on Monday at 11. At 1pm on Monday I called him and said ?. He said he clean forgot and he’d be by on Tuesday at lunch time. At 2:30pm on Tuesday I called and he said he’d be over in an hour. He was. He came in, looked at the things that needed doing, said he’d be back Wednesday lunch–“I’m always saying lunch to you!” he says, “I’ll be there in the…