Sunday, April 26, 2009
Microsoft Gets It Wrong
Another good idea is the ability to edit (remove) browser list entries manually.
However, they have got this badly wrong.
They have a delete button on each line at the right.
If you are used to scrolling down the list on the right, you will not select the destination, you will delete it.
They should have done it with a right-click option.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Why Google Sucks.
When it is unistalled, it causes system crashes.
This is childish, unprofessional vandalism.
Since removing the google toolbar from my IE, it is faster and more responsive. And doesn't have lousy, unwanted fascist input on each and every page by virtue of corruption of the design.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Oh, Darling!
Darling really has come up with the most pathetic subterfuge today.
Apparently, spending is now called 'investing', so that we can confidently expect him to 'invest' £6 billion more in the health service; he doesn't mention anything about ROI(Return On Investment) or even whether we can expect improving mortality rates from this( a presumed Government ROI), so I guess he's just talking through his arse as usual to give his hinterland of useful idiot followers something to parrot in the imaginary discussions that he supposes these fools to influence.
Of course, nobody is giving either airtime or credence to the regiments of fools any longer, so he is beginning to resemble a man whose insanity is driving him to build a brick wall around him with no doors or windows, from the demolished wreckage of the society he inherited, and is now spinning round in smaller and smaller circles of denial like a latter-day Hitler in a bunker of social insulation rather than concrete.
Talking of concrete, I have to wonder what, if any, the effects of this miserable budget will be.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, April 06, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Let It Be Said....
Truly, Gordon Brown, the sub-prime minister, is a skidmark on the underpants of history.
When the world finally carries out its laundry, he will be washed away in a stream of lukewarm suds tastier than the beer at a New Labour wedding.