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Mozilla help?

I've just switched over to using Mozilla Firefox on my laptop (as mentioned in an earlier post) and mostly, I'm pretty satisfied with it. Other than the few webpages which require IE, everything works pretty cool. Especially the popup blocker.

Except for one thing.

How do I save the target of a link? In IE, it's [right click] Save Target As...

How can I do this in Mozilla? I only ask because video sucks up a lot of bandwidth and most people who are nice enough to post such things usually ask that you save them before viewing.

Any help is greatly appreciated.

UPDATE: Blogless brother Culbrez talked me into getting the full Mozilla. Problem no longer there.

(now I just have to put all of my passwords into the manager again...)

HELP.

I don't know what's going on with my system, but if anyone can help, I'd appreciate it.

Sometime over the last week, I installed Mozilla Firefox. I don't know if this is the problem or not, but starting yesterday, I couldn't get my site to load up on my laptop. At the same time, Harvey's site Bad Example wasn't showing up either. Even when I tried it in Inernet Explorer, they wouldn't come up.

I got home after work, and both sites loaded fine on my old desktop. And now, today, Harvey's site works just fine on the laptop. But mine still won't load. I tried it on the computer at work, and it won't load there either.

What's going on? I reinstalled Mozilla, and dumped all of the caches. I even checked to see if they were gone. But I don't understand what the problem is.

UPDATE: It seems to be working fine now. I still don't know if it was my computer or the website. I'll go along with Harvey though, and blame mu.nu.
:-)

Testing...

Is this thing on? TAP TAP TAP...

FRUIT CAKE RECIPE

Here's a recipe entry for the Carnival of Recipies. I have to admit it's not my recipe. In fact I stole this from bluegrassbanjo.org

But I'm sure everyone will enjoy.

FRUIT CAKE RECIPE

One Cup Water
One Cup Sugar
Four Large Eggs
Two Cups of Dried Fruit
One Teaspoon of Baking Soda
One Teaspoon of Salt
One Cup of Brown Sugar
Lemon Juice
Nuts
One Bottle of Whiskey (High Quality)

Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the whiskey again. To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again.

Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break two leggs and add to the bowl and check in the cup of drier fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers pry it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of sale, or something. Who cares? Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find.

Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window. Check the whiskey again and go to bed.

Save A Horse?

Have any of you seen the music video for the Big and Rich song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?”

While I usually am not one to critique a song with a banjo as one of the lead instruments, I have to say that I cannot wholly endorse this song. It’s got a really catchy tune, but I don’t really like the lyrics or general theme of the song. It’s sort of a cowboy rap. And while the lyrics would most likely warm Harvey’s heart, I’m a little bit of a prude when it comes to what I want playing over my radio. If I can’t listen to it with my Mom in the room, I don’t really want it playing at work now, do I?

But what I really wanted to write about was the video. Have you seen it? It’s like it was produced by a collaborative effort of Elton John, the guy who directed the Robert Palmer video “Addicted to Love,” and a llama on acid.

I like the background. I’ve always liked the look of steel girder bridges. But the pimped out singers riding alternately on horses and in a big Cadillac convertible rather ruined the image. The women in the business suits looked nice, but where did the midget in the cowboy hat come from?

All in all, a very strange video for a very strange song. Just needed to get all of that off my chest.

/rant

An Informed Electorate?

I just caught the last hour of Sean Hannity’s radio program on www.wabcradio.com. He had a “Man on the Street” segment where one of his staff interviewed protesters down by Central Park. I have to say that I was less than unimpressed by the knowledge of the people who said they were voting against Bush.

The first couple couldn’t name either of the Vice-Presidential candidates, and believed Hannity when he said that the Democratic Presidential candidate’s name was Jim Kearny. And almost none of them were able to name John Edwards as his running mate. Most of them believed Hannity when he said that the Democratic Vice-Presidential candidate’s name was Stu Pedd.

Eventually, they did get to some Democrats who knew who John Kerry was, but even then, they couldn’t name a single thing he had done to make him qualified to be President, or any policies or stances of his that they agree with. And only one of the ones who said they would vote for Kerry actually seemed to understand the importance of the question.

It seemed that the only policy of Kerry’s that they could agree with was getting Bush out of office.

PGH: Media Excuses

Yes folks, it’s another very late, very cheesy Precision Guided Humor Assignment. This week’s is, what excuses will the mainstream media use to explain their lack of coverage of Kerry’s lies about Vietnam.

10. They wrote a story, but the dog ate it.

9. Bob Kerrey never said any lies about Vietnam, so there is nothing to cover.

8. They really want Kerry to win, so they’ll cover up anything he says… I mean… oh yeah, like they’ll ever admit that.

7. Too busy covering the Ladies Beach Volleyball medal round.

6. Clinton hasn’t given them the go-ahead yet to totally destroy Kerry to pave the way for Hillary in ’08.

5. Two words. “Time Share.” Unfavorable coverage of Kerry’s lies will begin in the second week of November.

4. Only so many pixels to go around. They don’t want to waste the ones left on their computers.

3. Somebody locked the keys to the printing press in their car and they can’t get inside in time to change the next edition of the paper.

2. Can’t remember the password to their laptop, so they can’t get to the story they saved on the hard drive.

And the number one excuse used by the mainstream media:

They can only say good things about Kerry in order to balance out all of the negative coverage he’s getting on the Internet and Talk Radio.

Too weird

I can't tell yet if this story just makes my skin crawl, or gives me the screeming heebie-jeebies...

Ehhhh... screaming heebie-jeebies.

Update: Here's a picture of her.

I can't sleep...

Most everybody has something that is seared into his or her brain. For some, (the older among us) it is the moment that they heard Kennedy had been assassinated. For others, it is the image of a loved one. For at least one, it is a fictitious account of Christmas in Cambodia.

For me, it is a stupid, childish and inane little poem I read back around the fourth grade. I would like to share it with you. (I can’t remember the title or author, but no one is perfect)

A flea and a fly were caught in a flue.
“Let us fly,” said the flea.
“Let us flee,” said the fly.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

Now maybe it will be stuck in your heads like it is in mine! Mwahahahaha!

(Just for those of you who don't know what a flue is, it's a part of a chimney. I know, it still doesn't make much sense.)

Huh?!?

I know that the top story and the bottom one are technically unrelated, but doesn't the one seem to have some bearing on the other? I'm just saying...

Ben Stein: Guide to the Stars

You know, sometimes even really smart people get it right.

I've always admired Ben Stein for his intellect, both on his television shows and whenever I saw him do an interview. But I really had no idea, untill recently, how human he really is.

I have to say that it's quite a change from the typical intellectual elite viewpoint. The one where they are the center of the universe, and the rest of the world is too stupid to understand it.

(Found here at SandraK's site Knowledge Is Power.)

Just in case you were wondering…

What happened to me last week. Well, it’s not that I went anywhere. Mostly it was a matter of not having time. We had a birthday party for my Grandfather’s 80th birthday on Saturday (the actual date is in late November, but pool parties are no fun when the pool is frozen), and it took most of the week to set it up. The rest of the time was spent at work.

That was what happened to the week. Sunday however, was mine. I went with a group of friends to the Sterling Renaissance Festival in upstate New York. It was loads of fun, and we went in full “Lord Of The Rings” costume. (I know that’s not strictly Renaissance, but we were popular with the other people there.) I was dressed as Gandalf the White. Unfortunately this entailed wearing a quilt-like tunic with a cloak over it and a full beard and long wig on a very sunny and warm day. On the plus side, all of the others had to leave their weapons in the car, but I was able to take my staff inside.

I didn’t bring a camera (it would have spoiled the look), but some of my friends were taking pictures, so if I get a hold of any, I might be persuaded to post them. Of course, several total strangers asked to take my picture, so if you know anyone who went to the festival, they may have pictures too.

Next year, we're thinking of going in a Monty Python's Holy Grail theme. "Come Patsy!" (clop clop clop)

Get Rich Quick?

I got the e-mail below in my inbox yesterday. Now I've heard that you can't trust those letters from the people in Nigeria, but this one is from someone from Angola (not the small town near where I live, but the one in Africa). Although the e-mail address, and the server are from England.

Gee. I don't know, should I trust them...

Attn: I got your contact in my search for a trustworthy foreigner that will assist me with my present predicament, as I don?t even know whom to trust so I allowed the spirit of God to lead me. Firstly let me introduce my self. I am Mrs. Agnes Jonas Savimbi, wife of the late leader of the National Union of the total Liberation of Angola (U.N.I.T.A) who died on the February 22 2002 by the bullet of the ruling government troop. My late husband was controlling the northern part of Angola as a rebel leader which is blessed with a huge deposit of diamonds this my late husband used to his advantage, mining and selling these diamond to foreign individuals and government in return for huge amount of US Dollars and ammunitions that is part of the reasons couple with determination why he was able to sustain his troop for 30 years of civil war before his untimely death He left a huge amount of money which amount to $100m (United state dollars) he kept the money under my care in case of eventuality so that the future of me and our children will be secure. when we heard the bad news of his death his trusted aid moved me and the children and members of our family out of our hiding, we traveled in a fishing boat to Port Lois Mauritius from where I am making this contact., the money has been coded and secretly deposited in a security company and declared as ?FAMILY TREASURE? for onward courier to reliable foreigner in an advanced economy like your country for safe keep. I am offering you 30% of the total money if you will assist me to move this money out of Mauritius as the foreign beneficiary and provide a safe account, while I and my family will have 70%. I am assuring you that this transaction is risk free as we have put all the logistics in place to make it successful all we need from you is your co-operation and sincerity of purpose. You will be contacting my brother in-law Robert Savimbi for more details on how you are going to assist us conclude this transaction I gave him authority to assist me due to health reasons I am recovering from a traumatic attack since the death of my husband. I will wait for your response, thank you and God bless. Mrs. Agnes Jonas Savimbi NB GET BACK TO ME TO THIS EMAIL ADDRESS( agnesjonas2003@yahoo.co.uk)

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I feel old...

I was just reading rightwing duck and his comment here about the qualifications to be President, and I suddenly came to the realization that I will be eligable to run for president in the next election. I'll turn 35 a little less than two weeks before the election.

And while it was cool to become old enough to vote in the Presidential elections the first time, being actually old enough to run seems too much.

Another Groaner...

A Lousianna Ghost Story

This happened about a month ago just outside a little town in the
bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred
Hitchcock tale, it's real.

This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a real dark night
in the middle of a thunder storm. Time passed slowly and no cars went
by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his
face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly approaching and appearing
ghostlike in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door,
only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel.
The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to
think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly
approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to
pray and beg for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off
the road and into the bayou and he would surely drown, when just before
the curve, a hand appeared thru the driver's window and turned the
steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they
reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could
take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two
shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural
experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they
realized the guy was telling the truth and not just some drunk.

About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to
the other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we
was pushin it in the rain."

The Hokey Pokey?

This was found on a Humor Newsgroup, and I thought I should share.

Shakespeare's Hokey Pokey
as submitted by Jeff Brechlin, Potomac Falls

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.

Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.

The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

Filthy Lie: Evil Glenn's Campaign Slogan

I'll go out on a limb here.

I think that Evil Glenn's Presidential Campaign Slogan will be...

Indeed! Heh.

OK, not too original. But I went to Cedar Point yesterday and I don't have the energy for much today.

PGH: Democratic Convetion Embarrassing Moment

Here's a late entry for the PGH:Democratic National Convention most embarrasing moments.

John Kerry leaves the convention to begin his "Breakfast Around the Nation" Tour.

"SondraK's Let's Be Real About Guns" contest.

Here's my entry for SondraK. In response for some little 6 year old's (or someone with the intellect of a 6 year old) drawing of why "guns" are bad. Not carjackers of course.

Here's One for Harvey

The Artist

There was artist who worked from a studio in
his home. He specialized in nudes, and had been
working on what he thought would be a masterpiece
for several months now.

His model showed up and, after exchanging the
usual greetings and small talk, she began to
undress for the day's work.

He told her not to bother, since he felt pretty
bad with a cold he had been fighting. He added
that he would pay her for the day, but that she
could just go home; he just wanted some hot tea
and then, off to bed.

The model said, "Oh, please, let me fix it
for you. It's the least I can do."

He agreed and told her to fix herself a cup
too. They were sitting in the living room exchanging
small talk and enjoying their tea, when he heard
the front door open and close, then some familiar
footsteps.

"Oh my!" he whispered loudly, "It's my wife!
Quick! Take all your clothes off!"

A truely shocking story!

This bloke is working on the buses and collecting tickets.
He rings the bell for the driver to set off when there's a woman half
getting on the bus. The driver sets off, the woman falls from the bus
and is killed.
At the trial the bloke is sent down for murder and seeing as it's
Texas he's sent to the electric chair.

On the day of his execution he's sat in the chair and the executioner
grants him a final wish.
"Well" says the man, "is that your packed lunch over there?"
"Yes" answers the executioner.
"Can I have that green banana?" the man asks.
The executioner gives the man his green banana and waits until he's
eaten it.

When the man's finished, the executioner flips the switch sending
hundreds of thousands of volts through the man.
When the smoke clears the man is still alive. The executioner can't
believe it.
"Can I go?" the man asks. "I suppose so" says the executioner, "that's
never happened before."

The man leaves and eventually gets his job back on the buses selling
tickets. Again he rings the bell for the driver to go when people are
still getting on. A man falls under the wheels and is killed.
The bloke is sent down for murder again and sent to the electric
chair. The executioner is determined to do it right this time so rigs
the chair up to the electric supply for the whole of Texas. The bloke
is again sat in the chair.
"What is your final wish?" asks the executioner.
"Can I have that green banana in your packed lunch?" says the
condemned man. The executioner sighs and reluctantly gives up his
banana. The bloke eats the banana all up and the executioner flips
the switch. Millions of volts course through the chair blacking out
Texas. When the smoke clears the man is still there smiling in the
chair. The executioner can't believe it and lets the man go.

Well, would you believe, the bloke gets his job back on the buses.
Once again he rings the bell whilst passengers are still getting on,
this time killing three of them. He is sent to the electric chair
again. The executioner rigs up all the electricity in America to the
chair, determined to get his man this time. The man sits down in the
chair smiling.
"What's your final wish?" asks the executioner.
"Well" says the man, "Can I have that green banana out of your packed
lunch?"
The executioner hands over his banana and the man eats it all, skin
included. The executioner then pulls the handle and a zillion million
trillion volts go through the chair. When the smoke rises the man is
still sat there alive without even a burn mark.
"I give up" says the executioner, "I don't understand. How you can
still be alive after all that?"
He stroked his chin. "It's something to do with that green banana
isn't it?" he asked.

"Nahh" said the bloke,"...I'm just a really bad conductor."