back up
I've been posting and getting my email through K's computer for a few days now.
I can read some of my favorite blogs through bloglines, but was missing my bookmarks and passwords and all kinds of other data.
My biggest problem was flickr. I could see my photos but was unable to log in.
When flickr merged with Yahoo there was a lot of drama merging photo accounts and I had done that on my laptop but had none of the information on K's laptop.
Locked out of my account, I made a gazillion attempts to sign in - to no avail.
FRUSTRATING.
But my genius husband had backed up my hard drive moments before the final crash and after I tore my hair out for a while he suggested putting my backed up hard drive onto his computer as a secondary user screen. (Look, I know what it all means, I just don't know how to explain it.) The upshot is: I can get into my flickr account and check my bookmarks and I'm feeling like I've grown back an amputated limb.
Dramatic, eh?
So here are the pictures of golden snow, which I'm sure will now be googled by a bunch of freaks looking for something else entirely...
I can read some of my favorite blogs through bloglines, but was missing my bookmarks and passwords and all kinds of other data.
My biggest problem was flickr. I could see my photos but was unable to log in.
When flickr merged with Yahoo there was a lot of drama merging photo accounts and I had done that on my laptop but had none of the information on K's laptop.
Locked out of my account, I made a gazillion attempts to sign in - to no avail.
FRUSTRATING.
But my genius husband had backed up my hard drive moments before the final crash and after I tore my hair out for a while he suggested putting my backed up hard drive onto his computer as a secondary user screen. (Look, I know what it all means, I just don't know how to explain it.) The upshot is: I can get into my flickr account and check my bookmarks and I'm feeling like I've grown back an amputated limb.
Dramatic, eh?
So here are the pictures of golden snow, which I'm sure will now be googled by a bunch of freaks looking for something else entirely...
Comments
Or eat them.
I think Anonymous is trying to be supportive in the same way that one's mother was trying to be supportive when one was a nutso teenager. Or maybe your mother was supportive in a more supportive way than mine :)
Poor anonymous. She just needs a friend. She should sign her name.
Now I see that we do it well but that oh my word you do it amazingly. The light is so beautiful.
I know what you mean about teh bookmarks. I have all of my bookmarks saved on my work computer and so when I'm home over the weekend I'm a little lost. One of these days I'll put them on that one, too. (Then I'll be lost to my family for good -- surfing the Internets.)
I think anonymous should find a place where she(?) feels more at home...
I don't think I want to know what "golden snow" might be if I looked it up in urban dictionary.
now I kinda get the whole raking the yard thing that is in every US sitcom.
Anonymous is merely another word for coward.
Jen
And:
wow.
I find myself admiring the landscape more and more these days. Fall (and spring) is my favorite time of year, because of the radiant color.