Not that I am whinging or seeking sympathy or anything like that. But when one's nose is full of gauze, which nevertheless permits strange liquids to drip from it, one doesn't much feel like blogging. Still, I'm being well looked after by my Sainted Mother, who has arrived to make chicken soup in...
… will be resumed as soon as possible.
My iBook is mended. It was a genuine fault. I’m happy. More later (possibly much later).
"More about the glories of Rome, less geekiness." "Open links in a new window." The feedbackers have spoken, and I have heard.
… will be resumed as soon as possible.
The iBook was mended. It came back. It developed the exact same fault again. Immediately. It is being mended again.
No posts for a couple of days because I've lost control of my iDisk. A colleague is working on a project that requires her to send the designer lots of big image files, around 50Mb each. An obvious case for a simple FTP drop-box, read only, from which the designer could suck the files. Indeed, I mys...
