Twenty Years after bagging my first Munro, I headed back to The Highlands of Scotland in the company of my eldest Son, Benjamin. Here's what we got up to.
Gutted. I loved Google Reader. Heck, I even managed to get the wife addicted to it. I don't want to click "OK". I'm not OK with this. If I don't click "OK" will they have to leave switched on...?
0822: I think I was a little over-cautious regarding my travel arrangements. I'm supposed to be pitching up at the office at 0930 for my first day, yet here I am already, killing time by having a coffee a few
Oh, how I wish I'd known about this limit before I spent ages selecting 149 contacts to delete from GMail:
Those clever folk at Google have made available an API for dynamic chart generation. Pass in a parameterised URL, and the service returns a PNG image of the requested chart. There's a limit of 50,000 requests per day, but
Gmail does such a fantastic job of identifying the swathes of spam that floods my inbox each day that I rarely get to see messages from 419 scammers at all these days. Which is almost something of a shame when
Having a bit of time on my hands today, I decided to catch up on some of the 130 feeds that I subscribe to via Google Reader. Now, in my head, I always thought that my MO for reading feeds
I just half-heartedly accepted an invitation to join FaceBook, but to be honest, I just don't have the time, energy or inclination to complete yet another profile. How exactly does it differ from Orkut or the more-useful-for-professional-networking LinkedIn? Can