grrrr

I wonder if I am insured fro the fact my freezer stopped working today? I am in the midst of cooking anything that I can and binning the lovely new ice cream I got yesterday :o(
grrrrr
On the bright side I can now stock it up with nice stuff instead of the emergency rations it had become 😉

Microsoft Outlook 2000 to Microsoft Entourage v.X

Importing was a lot easier than I anticipated actually. Having found little help on the web – without installing new stuff left right and centre – I opted for a go between.
I used Outlook Express 6.0 and imported my Outlook 2000 mail and then used Netscape 7.0 to import my Outlook Express 6.0 Mail. I then used Netscape 7.0 on the Mac to import the PC Mail from Netscape 7.0 and then used Microsoft Entourage to import the Netscape 7.0 mail.
Lost? Nah it was easyish and I’m sure I could have skipped the importing and exporting from Outlook Express too.

grrrr

I knew there was a reason I hated Microsoft. I used to use my work laptop for mail – Outlook 2000 to be precise. I now use Microsoft Entourage on both my macs, work running OSX and home running Jaguar.
You would think that as they are all Microsoft applications [mail applications at that] this would be easy. Wrong!
I’ve searched and searched and finally came up with MacOPINION : You’ve (Not) Got Mail
So it looks a little complicated then.
The whole “Step 1: Collect the tools you’ll need. This consists of the following: A spare PC or VirtualPC if it’s current and you have a fast Mac with at least 3GB of spare space. A copy of Windows 2000 Server. A copy of Win2K service pack 1 or later. A copy of Exchange 2000. (You can do it with Exchange 2002 as well). Fortunately, I have access to an MSDN Universal Subscription and it includes all of these, but it’s sure not likely any normal user will have them. ” has made me think twice about this – maybe importing mail into another app that Entourage understands…
Grrrrrr

work

you know I never talk about work much on here – except for the love of the massages and the like. However today I’d just like to let out a little yell at the frustration of having to do things in a way the company sees best but I fail to see the logic in.
grrrrr.

six feet under

I’m not sure what the point of channel 4’s advertising today was. They are advertising the last in the current series – okay off the back of that they are launching the new series on E4 next week butsurely advertising the end of a season is a bit lame – if you are hooked you already know it’s the last episode tonight and if you haven’t watched before you are not gonna want to watch the last in a series you haven’t seen any of…

Brewers Deux

Spent yesterday with David with various shopping chores including the hideous B&Q [again] and almost IKEA [again] and MAKRO [again] then decided we should really go out – I’d stayed in all weekend up to this point. So after a quick shot of vodka to steel our nerves we ventured to Clapham High Street for some chicken. So Nando’s first and a bottle of their cheapest Tinto. Turned out to be rather nice and washed the chuck down well. Then after consuming half a bottle each we moved onto the sewers. Since we had a taste for it we had a bottle there too – how camp is that eh? pretentious wine bar yes, two brewers no.
Hideously drunk later left earlyish and staggered homeward.
That’s my weekend in a nutshell.
Oh and did I mention I’ll be having someone use a speculum to keep my eyes open whilst they slice open my cornea and laser it in a fortnight? eep!

grrr

A scouser walked into the local job centre, marched straight up to the counter and said “Hi, I’m lookin’ for a job.”.

The man behind the counter replied “Your timing is amazing. We’ve just got a listing from a very wealthy man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nympho daughter. You’ll have to drive around in a big black mercedes, uniform provided. Because of the long hours of this job, meals will also be provided and you will also be required to escort the young lady on her overseas holidays. The salary package is ?200,000 a year.”.

The scouser said “Nah, you’re bullsh*tting me!”.

The man behind the counter said “Well you fu*kin’ started it!”.