Google+ is dead, Google+ is dead; long live Google+.
I detested it from the moment it reared it’s Medusa like head along with it’s affiliated Circles, ringlets, snakelets whatever. It lowered the standard to that of Facebook and Facebook is the spawn of the devil. There ought to be room for only one Facebook or preferably no room at all.
I am very busy designing large fifty millimetre square icons which hopefully, when clicked or pressed on a touch screen, will display my images of the pubs, birds, mammals and landscapes on the south side of Loch Ness. The icons work fine, I save as a PNG with a bit of drop shadow cos Apple users like a bit of shadow. Then convert to an ICO file and just swap the folder with the information for the posh icon. I then got out of my comfort zone as I suspect to make the large icons and their content tamper proof I’m going to have to go and alter something in Windows Registry. Way beyond me and way beyond the couple I know up here that manage IT systems. I’m practising on my old laptop. Trawling the internet for education and generally getting in a right old muddle. I have two hard drives on my old laptop and have cloned or copied Windows 7 OS onto the one I cleared. I thought I had but some of it hadn’t. I think I need a Windows cleaner.
Anyway, enough of yesterdays entertainment. This morning I drove to Inverness. The road works they finished have started again. I got trapped in a lane for buses and taxis. I got caught by the Busies. All in order with the truck; but the officer said but why didn’t I see the sign, are you blind? I explained that I had but as it was the other side of the lights there was next to nothing I could do to comply with it. (I was committed to my lane, innit!) He was after a fixed penalty but I asked for his certifiable number and told him I’d see him in court. Told him I’d win easy and if I did I’d buy him a pint as all pillocks deserve a reward. He let me go and on I wandered to Harbour road. Got dog food and bird food at Harbro. Then on to Tesco for Adrian food. Not a bad morning as mornings go. Little spotty faced busie could not spoil it. He just livened up a boring trip through Inverness.
Have fun. I got a pot of Vick. It’s to clear my sinuses. £4.00p for Vick? It must pay not to be ill. It certainly pays well to pander to those that are.