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
For several years now I've been trying, somewhat unsuccessfully, to convince friends and family to start making use of web feeds. In August 2005 when I made a list of ten things that I felt were not popular enough, I