I discovered a fantastic trick for getting the spell checker to work in virtually all text fields, not just input boxes.
As usual, open about.config in a new tab/window, and locate layout.spellcheckDefault. Change it's value to 2 to turn on Firefox 2's spell-checking in input fields as well as text areas.
You'll need to close and restart Firefox for it to take effect. Oh, and I find it amusing that the Firefox spell checker flags Firefox as a typo.
After a leak of a black Microsoft Windows XP desktop theme last week, MS decided to rework and officially release the new theme, branded as the 'Zune' XP Theme, named after their upcoming portable multimedia device.
Official download is available here: Zune XP Theme
Microsoft is a little late on this release, I believe. The black/orange theme really should have been out before Halloween, don't you think?
I treated myself to a new genre of PC game this weekend with my purchase of Microsoft's Flight Simulator X and a Saitek X52 throttle and joystick combo. I'm really liking it so far. Having never been a flight simmer before, it is a bit complex to get used to...all the details needed to do it correctly...but hey it's tons of fun!
Remember when PC gamers where only composed of the elite-can-afford-parts-that-you-have-to-kill-to-get-parts? Remember when you played a game that can be only played on a PC? Remember when the developers challenged you to their games and not the publishers of the game? Remember when there were no stores/warehouse for PC parts? Remember when you chose to buy a stick of memory and then can't afford a stick of deodorant for the entire year?
If you remember those years, your old like me. Se
its like a convenient store, its open 24hrs in a day, and like the movie "Clerks" if someone calls in, you have to stay. Regardless of what kind of BS lame excuse that person who is suppose to relief you from your shift.I hate mandatory OT/stay over. Anyone else that has this kind of policy at work?
Now...I don't want to come across like BOTA:X or anything , but today, for the first time, I was accused of cheating when playing a TDM round on the BDA server. I was never approached by anyone, but I had a squadmate on the other side that told me about it later. I kind of take it as a compliment of sorts. I've never really thought of myself being good enough to be considered "beyond everyday gaming ability"... I must really be a stud, eh? Ha, well anyways, kind of took me off guard when
Yes, it's a Star Wars toy. It's a Transformer. It's the Millenium Falcon/Han and Chewie mech set!
The funny thing is, this is quite perfect a gift for her. Me lurves me my geek chic lady.
Well, I have been saying for the past months that it's only a matter of time before I destroy something on my current car. On Friday, it finally happened. I was cruising along in my beloved Supra when the turbo suddenly failed to boost. Instead, it started sounding like a police car siren. Shortly afterwards, oil pressure dropped to almost nothing. Crap.
Went to the local Toyota shop today, the chief mechanic called a couple of other mechanics and tuners and they all said the turbo's most lik
It's been a few months since we've been to the cinema, so when I saw all the great write ups for The Departed, we made a date and went to see it on Sunday. things have changed slightly since last we were went to the pictures though....
When I paid for the tickets, I was asked if I wanted Premier Seats. Not knowing what the heck that was I asked, and told they were £1 extra over the normal price, and were a group of seats in the centre of the auditorium. I passed, and said I check them out fo
In the St. Joseph's Health Centre.
Another long night in the ER. Except for the horrible music videos on the television in the lobby, and the guy screaming all night from the main emerg room (I was in ambulatory care), it wasn't much worse than dull. At least I got some good meds out of it.
It's amazing. I've spent the entire past week bouncing between severe discomfort to poignant agony. Finally decide to check myself in, and an hour later, the morphine flowed in, and the pain has bee
There is nothing quite like waking up at 2:30 in the morning to run to the toilet to vomit up what you had eaten the day prior. Feeling like crap, I sat around the house today and did a whole lot of nothing. I bet I checked GR.NET some 12 times. I did get a new scope for my M15A4 airsoft gun today. I messed around with that for a bit, then back to sulking I went.
Maybe I good round or two of GRAW would cheer a guy up?
Single, that is. Ne-ne-ne-ne-nee-nee.
L33t grilfreind for teh win!!11!1
Oh, and I spent the last couple of nights at her place, hence the break in the daily blogging. And she makes good food.
Anyway, off to work again. Stupid vacation ends today.
Well, as I stated in the previous entry: "Funny how nothing ever turns out the way I planned."
How very true. Except, this time I was actually "planning" (ie. expecting) a pretty lousy night, so when things turn out the exactly opposite, it's actually a good thing. Who'da thunk it?
The party got a somewhat late start compared to what I was planning on, with the first people being on site with alcohol in hand at roughly 2000 (Saturday). Over the next couple of hours, the numbers kept growin
in·som·ni·a
n.
Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.
My plan was to hit the sack early tonight, maybe around 0100-0200. Funny how nothing ever turns out the way I planned. It's now 0435 and I'm still up. Thanks to a quick one hour skirmish in Company of Heroes and having to listen to "just one more song". I really need to get some self-control. Usually, sitting up late isn't a problem for me, but I have lots to do tomorrow. Have to be up at
Guess who haven't been feeling depressed at all today? I have no idea what caused this remarkable turn-around. Or, well, actually I might have an idea. After reading the title and the first two sentences, you might think I'm surprised that I'm feeling okay again. The truth is, I'm surprised of how utterly stupid and brainless I'm capable of being.
I think I'm falling for my one of my ex's best friends.
That's not the stupid part, though. Here goes: This one isn't even single. Well, she i
The red paint on my car has been blooming for a few years now, to the point it is now called "the pink panther" by people who like to tease me about it.
The problem with the paint is two fold - the laquer and the paint itself. The laquer on this car is extremely tough, most cars this age don't have the factory laquer intact, it has long worn off due to environmental effects and either years of polishing or years of neglect.
The good news about cars where the laquer has worn off is that the
22 years old. Yay me. A pretty uneventful birthday so far, but I guess that's normal when the big party isn't until the weekend. Oh well. I know I'm not getting what I want anyway.
Last night's drinking binge actually worked after a while. Woohoo. Would be great to repeat the success, but I really have to save what little alcohol I have left for the aforementioned party. Payday's still a few weeks off.
Well, thought I'd give intoxication an attempt today. Y'know, the old drowning-your-sorrows-in-booze trick. Guess what? It doesn't work. In fact, it now seems alcohol only multiplies the pain. I seriously have no idea what to do. Good thing is, doing nothing works well enough. Everything turns out okay (or 'acceptable', at least) in the end, with no need for my or anyone else's intervention. It's a comforting thought.
Of course, I exist now, not tomorrow or next week. Now. And 'now', incident
So, yeah. People suck. I was walking home from the nearby mall, bag full of newly purchased sustenance, when a punk-ass kid decided it would be fun to try to mug me.
While I'd love to relate a story of bravado and related ass kicking, I can't. I'm a lover, not a fighter, and proved that today.
Brazen, daylight attempt. Moran claimed to have a knife, demanded cash. I pried his hand off of my messenger bag strap and walked away. I may have been lucky, or it may have been just some dumb
As per usual, my intuition was spot on. I got to see yesterday's pizza rewind itself out of my stomach and unto the ground. That's what you get from loads of beer and Vodka. I really think the Samboca was what pushed me over the edge though. I've never been that sick before - not from drinking anyway. Dang, my throat hurts. Guess it's natural when you've been vomiting for a couple of hours straight. Fortunately, I was comatose most of the time.
Other than that, it was a great night. Got to kn
Saturday already. Sleep deprived, again. Back from work yesterday morning, ended up sleeping three hours in the afternoon. Drove some excessively drunk friends around, home at 0530, played Company of Heroes until 10 or something. Up at 1400. Four hours, yay, got a bonus one today.
Oh well. At least my lack of sleep will really speed things up once I start throwing down beer and vodka tonight. Less sleep = less alcohol needed for stupid drunken-ness = more money back to spend on other things.
What the title says.
After I added my previous blog entry ('Quasi-Return of the Goat-Whale'), I kept wondering why it didn't show up in the 'Last Entries' list. Surely it couldn't be that it was just a draft, I vividly remember selecting "Add this entry as... Published" and I could see it whenever I accessed the blog. Nor did it say anywhere that it was a draft, and not a published entry. "Must've broken something again", I thought, cursing my unrelenting ability to damage, break and/or utter
