IT support nightmare

I must admit I am the IT support team's nightmare. I have been playing around with a non-networked machine today. Is it a co-incidence that it is the best machine we have in the office? I don't think so. IT support people are so conservative (or at least the Windows lot are). Anyway, I found a bit of phone extension wire and connected the machine up to the internet through a free ISP, and it took less than FIVE MINUTES for me to become infected with a trojan. Forget all that stuff about 20 minutes or whatever...they can get in faster than that. What's worse is that I only have a dial-up connection and can't download all the patches etc I need to fill the hole that let the thing in. Oh, woe is the Windows user. I feel for you.

how could we...part II

I just realised that I did the same thing to the lovely Kirsty over at Boblog during the last great redesign. I didn't even acknowledge it and I certainly didn't correct the oversight. A belated apology to Kirsty.

how could we...

Forget about one of our favourite blogs, Flummel, flummer, flummo. For some strange reason Karan was missed off our Links of love. Sorry, Karan. I have now rectified the mistake. The McMuffins are now flummeling all over the place.

drowning not waving

Work. Aargh. I am reduced to emailing my former boss and offering him money for the loan of a couple of workers. He is driving a very hard bargain and so far we are up to £145 plus a promise to return the favour for free at any time. We can't actually do this, but it has distracted me from seeing my name in the national papers as the incompetent who was unable to save the chil-der-en. Weirdly I am past the point of cracking and greet each day's bad news with a smile, safe in the knowledge that it will be worse tomorrow.

I have also been struggling with the idea that I am not as secure about how I look and present myself to the world as I thought. While I generally don't have any difficulty in loving my inner headmistress (she is old and strict, wears a tweed suit and is not very popular) she is at war with my inner fluffy bunny (who wants to be pretty for boys and described as 'nice'). The Headmistress is winning.

Penblwydd Hapus to the Niece. 14! How can it be?

spooky

We have 667 email messages in our in box. That is just too much of a co-incidence for me to cope with.

today mostly...

I have been skiving off work. I was filled with good intentions this morning and intended to go in, but before I knew where I was it was 10am, and I found myself phoning the office to say that I was working on a report at home. I decided to take the opportunity to go to IKEA. It was a lovely relaxed visit. The place was packed, of course, but nothing like the way it is at the weekends in the run up to Christmas. I bought a few sensible things (energy saving bulbs, a new colander, a couple of folding chairs for our new smoking perch and some coffee, which is pretty good and only costs £1 a bag) and a less sensible thing (a huge, and I mean huge, white with a blue pattern, enamel tray) and then I bought the thing that Mrs McMuffin will berate me for. I don't know why I did it, but I guess my boy genes got the better of me. It was just way too cool. I bought this. I can't imagine that we will be able to put it anywhere in the house. It is just too naff, but I thought it was fantastic. It is just soooo futuristic, in a Space 1999 kind of way. I would have loved one of these as a kid. Maybe I can put it in the office we are setting up in the once-was-room-of-shame.

It's not all been skiving though. I've put another coat of paint on the window in the dining room and done a bit of tidying up too. All I need to do now is to make some dinner for when Mrs McMuffin comes home. And then we will be ready to have the debate about whether we miss Battlestar Galactica so that we can watch Children of Dune (BG is repeated on Thursday). The problem is I refused to miss BG a couple of weeks ago so that Mrs McMuffin could watch something else.

who would have thought that...

Our two most popular posts are the ones on Boobahs and mail order husbands. In fact, Google put us at the top of any search for mail order husbands. How does that happen? It is all very strange.

post 667

Just in case the blogdemon gets in.

thanks, Mariah

Since the Mariah incident, Mr McMuffin and I have been posting fools. We just can't seem to stop churning out mindless drivel and I want to thank the woman who did not say that stupid thing for the inspiration.

I've quite enjoyed decorating this weekend and it's good to be tired from actually doing something physical. We only had one moment of conflict and that was when I asked Mr McMuffin what we were listening to. He threatened to divorce me there and then if I couldn't tell him. I appeased him by saying that I wasn't sure if we were listening to Plant and Page or Led Zeppelin. Crisis averted.

Now we have a lovely, fresh dining room Mr McMuffin is inspired to cook for everyone at Christmas. He's considering his menu and has come up with the controversial notion of serving traditional Christmas fare, including turkey. My family won't believe me if I tell them, as they have now come to expect seven courses of Michelin starred excellence. I'd better try and drop a few hints or we won't be having much of a joyful Noel. I'll just have to work really hard on getting them drunk.

a handy tip

Have a page on your blog that offers the opportunity for a different image to be presented each time you refresh the page. I was a bit puzzled for a few moments. Why would someone click on our site 38 times, then I realised they must have gone through all of the sites featured on our Links of love page. Who would have thought?