What made you smile today?

Gad! Thanx for reminding me, D. I'd clean forgot about my stint tending bar at your wonderful saloon.

Btw, I think you still owe me a couple weeks' wages.

I'm like a rolly poly bug seeing Debacle back, and same with BillW.

What made me smile? JLNobody called me, what a treat. Now there is a thoughtful funny wise observant conversant man I like. Ok, ok, I love. He's dear to me. (Oh, and I'm sure I'd like his wife, we sort of talk sometimes through him)

He has an a2k question I could and did solve with a workaround, but maybe some of you smarties will have a better answer. I suspect a quick answer will do it. I'll start a thread - but later today. (He's way smart, but not about computers. Not that I am either, but I'm slightly smarter about them than he is).


Hmmm, I spelled rolly poly wrong, the red dots say.

I was out for a few months at a horrendo time in my and other's lives (9/11, breast cancer, I'm fine) and I think it ended up being a matter of cookies, which people tried to tell me (what? cookies? what are cookies?, including Craven and Jes, and after nosing around a few times I still couldn't fix it. Then one day it just worked.

Dear Monseigneur Joyeux-homme:

It appears that over the ensuing years the interest has completely devoured your unclaimed wages.

If you believe your claim has not been given due consideration, please visit our website at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvGsfXXXCMo and follow the instructions to have your case reconsidered.

Sincerely yours,

Administrator of Receivership
Silver Dollar Novelties (defunct)

Well, thankee kindly for the introduction to that law firm, Boss, but being as how back in the days of which we are speaking bartenders were not subject to minimum wage laws, the pittance you were remunerating me with is too insignificant to bother taking you to court over. (I love ending sentences prepositions with.) We can just forget about it. Besides it's quite true that I had clean forgot all about the incident of your disfunctional computer until you brought the subject up. I'll take it outta yer hide some other way.

The Big Wedding in Paris.

a pair of my ringneck doves following me about as I watered, eating happily as they hopped around behind me...

osso,

There is nothing, apart from a virus, that will cause a computer to become steadily constipated as cookies. They are both evasive and invidious. Even if you have a program such as CCleaner, it will not detect and delete all the cookies you accumulate unwittingly over time.

But fear not, you're in luck. For 10¢, one thin dime (and you can owe me that) I can tell you how to eliminate the suckers. That is, if you have a windows PC. I don't know about a Mac, but I assume that apples don't lead to constipation anyhow.

If you have a PC and think you'd like to have a go, I'll tell you this much up front: The remedy was given to me by none other than Microsoft Technical Support, and it requires nothing more than what is already installed on every windows machine. This colonic (if you will) takes no more than 30 to 45 seconds to complete.

I had been running CCleaner once or twice a day for several years and it always gave me a nice report of how many cookies it had removed after each run. But when the Microsoft tech guy had control of my PC by Remote Assistance, he opened an internet file and gasped before deleting at least 75 pages of cookies which had evaded my feeble attempts.

Seriously, the Microsoft gurus recommend that everyone delete cookies on a regular basis to maintain top performance.

that won't make her smile.

she has a mac.

vintage or antique, I don't remember which...

So, do you like, know, I love you?

It's true, but useless, as I can never quite figure you out.

ten cents?

useless, that's the word.

I still like my mac, so it goes into despond.

When I win the lottery, you'll all be sorry.

You just assume I won't share.

I don't need much money. I'd like some more as I have been through bags of stress. If I was somehow wallowing in money I'd look long at the people I know in trouble.

**** investment. Help.

Oh well, if you've got a Mac, sit on it. That's to say, keep it.

And forget about the dime; deal's off.

Ringneck doves .... nice. What were they after, besides you? Maybe they wanted a drink, you reckon?

Our cat, well actually he's on permanent loan from the sods next door, will only drink out of a coffee pot. We have this old one, actually it's an electric kettle that dropped off the twig when the element blew, which sits next to the spigot out back. Leonardo sits there waiting for us to fill the kettle to the brim. Then he drinks the top inch of water and pisses off. Goes dove hunting, as a rule.

Forget my hide, Ringo.

Surely you realize by now that your claim isn't worth a plugged nickel. So why don't you cut yourself a deal and subordinate, endorse, assign, or lay off the claim to somebody else.

You might try it on osso? It's obvious she'd rather make a dime than spend one. And from what she says, she knows what to do with an investment.

Good for the mac smart, but I'm a lame-o.

Whatever, please lemme know.

ahhhhhh the saloon

those were some grand days

under the tablecloth with Merry Andrew

truly smileworthy

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lunch with Ceili was great - there was smiling and laughing and mmmm smiling and laughing and talking

OMG, under the tablecloth! First with you, later with Glitterbag. We were young[er] then.