and does it end there................noooo of course not...its me..its my bad day...and i am living it...
We get home and while I was posting this before I was also downloading two new converters and adding itunes from eberts ipod onto my system..
we load itunes and try convert the file oh yeah great..mp4... and ebert doesn't know if itunes does mp3 format...So I load up the other progy that
come down and install that one.
Go to open the file and yup windows has experienced an error and must close explorer.exe
oh yah great.
So I clean up the system, clear out the start menu.. do a system file check. get rid of programs I dont need.. reboot...mind you by now this has given
Telstra its yearly profit in my phone calls to dialin to the net. Nope still error close program..so I delted winamp which my music had been
defaulting to...still not fixed...
In the middle of all this kids were fed bathed played with house cleaned washing done and all the usual can I have a drink please, canI have an
icecream, can I have some fruit, can i have some noodles.... oh and Kahleah took her nappy (diapers) off again in her cot, that was a fun clean up..I
am going to stick duct tape around them from now on... it will take her at least four weeks to work out how to get out of that......
everytime i open a music file...error error error
So then its time to take Krissy to work by then it was 9.30 pm and I had been steady at it since before lunch...bah that podcast is gold....
but to my great surprise I get home and eureka...yaaaaahooooo ..... my podcasts in the feed...........................................I did it....
computers still borked but I did it
tomorrows story... Mayet fixing her windows errors..geeez that one will be fun.....no wonder i am damned tired tonight...
what can I say..... listen to my podcast.... geez ..... please
oh yeah the topper of the night, when my daughter wanted me to drive her 7 kilometres to pick up a pair of earrings she wanted to wear to work...and
had a tantie..mind you her work was 6 kilometres in the other direction and it was only 20 minutes before she was due to clock on.... Am I the only
one with a teenager that thinks your their chauffeur/banker/cleaner/cook/oddbodsman and the chief answer of phone to fob off the million dudes that
ring to take her out ?
[edit on 5-11-2005 by Mayet]