AboutA Mac widower [my hd crashed, but the Mac is coming back with a NEW hd!] finding Windows to be a sturdier OS.
SkillsSkills, eh? I come here because it's the purest shot of reality I can find. So, there. P.S. I look nothing like my avatar. ;`] And I'm getting very into changing my hairstyle... yay.
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I have Windows 10. I wish to convert a png image to rtf. I've looked online and it's a messy mess of messianic messy proportions.
Is there a converter that's free to download that works?
Thank you kindly.21
Hello to everybody. I used to be on this site like every day. I rejoined data lounge after accepting that everybody there gets their arses flamed and it's like initiation. But they're still mean.
I hope we are collectively not losing our fucking minds with this shite virus. I am uneasy. Something's not adding up.
I haven't felt this way for over 50 years, and that was during America's pig headed remaining in Vietnam rather than pulling out and letting Red China just fucking eat North Vietnam as a snack.
I've never had a sense that I don't know where things are going. And that those who should be able to tell us something are fucked up firecrackers with wet diapers.
Whilst I've never been overly fond of humans to begin with, I can only wait and see how long it takes for reason to prevail.
Bespoke paranoia: I don't want to visit the home page here and see the Amazon has purchased devrant. It's a chilling thought. Out of all the things that have rotated through my brain in years, this is the absolute pinnacle of crap. And I'm not even stoned or something, as a matter of fact, I ate some chocolate ice cream, so I should be feeling great.1
Has google updated the screen for search? This is a screen shot of the one I presently am faced with.6
Jiff files have begun encroaching on my charmed life. I keep forgetting to search for an online converter and have done with it. I thought I'd hit upon one and I remembered to go to my search engine of choice and key in, "XXX malware." I learnt to do this years ago with my Mac, and I'm happy to say I've only slipped once or twice. Anyway, it's great to apply what I've learned instead of noticing weird things happening with my screen. Happy Independence Day from The Colonies,5
Whatever Windows 10 update that ran on my labtop last night has it slower than fuckety fucking fucked up glacial icebergs. Just a heads up to anybody who doesn't wish to wait for five minutes, go do some chores, only to return to the room to discover the connection timed out. If you can prevent this update from kicking in for a few days until they work the bugs out, do. I perish the thought of millions of devs weeping into their bevvies as projects stall, customers become stroppy, and whole nations crumble... and the fucking screen still hasn't defaulted to the next one!2
Within the past 24 hours TWINUI has appeared on my laptop. I noticed it in the properties of an audio file, as one of the choices to open the FLAC audio file, along with the apps I installed already.
I'm fairly certain of when it broke through and why. Is there anything I can do to get it as far the fuck away from me as possible.
[I feel it necessary to issue a caveat emptor: if you feel the need to reply to my post, haughtily pointing out that I could've looked up the answer myself &c., I advise you to wait until tomorrow. Last week I posted a question on encyclopedia-titanica.org, asking for the Morse call letters of RMS Aquitania. I searched my books and I searched online, but I couldn't find the answer, so I created a post asking what it was. Some tosser thought it appropriate to go off on me for not spending enough time researching the question before posting it. In any case I ripped him a few shiny new arsewholes. This entire post is ever so slightly aberrant, but there you are. Thanks.]2
I enjoy reading the arcane language of devs, although I haven't a fucking clue what you're talking about. It's the instinctive rise and fall of emotion that I find gripping.
There's one thing I may be better at than most of you; since 1967's first episode of "Time Tunnel," I have been enamoured of RMS Titanic. So, two things. Today is the birthday of Jack Phillips, the senior wireless operator who lost his life the night of the sinking. There's a memorial garden in his birthplace, Godalming, Surrey, UK. The second is my recent immersion in enhancing images. I'm attaching a work in progress of RMS Titanic sailing past the Isle of Wight on her maiden voyage. Stay dry lol.5
Before he began dropping the 20K proposed to remodel my flat, I told my father I much preferred a contractor who was recommended by someone I knew, as opposed to using a big corporation like Home Depot. FAMOUS LAST... a neighbour in my building highly recommended the contractor we chose. And, week 7 [or is it 8?] of what was proposed to take no longer than two weeks has begun afresh!
On Friday the fellow who is the owner of the contract remodeling company was here touching the paint. He was here because I forbade the two painters he sent to do the initial painting job.
My internet cut out suddenly around 1300 Friday. He set to leave for the weekend shortly after that. I mentioned the outage to him. The essence of his reply was that there was no way it could have had anything to do with him. The following day, my internet provider sent a tech out to diagnose the problem. What was the problem? The head of the remodeling firm removed a face plate from the wall where there were telephone wires and disconnect them when he tore the wires as he replaced the face plate.
Although the tech told me he wasn't going to charge my account the $85.00 fee for his services because the outage was caused within my flat, I wish to be sure of this. Which brings us to the punchline.
My internet provider is a lame ass business model, dreamed up by a squint-eyed ex-circus monkey, never well endowed in the top story, and now just plain sad.
There were some 911 outages in Washington State last Thursday night. All during the day Friday when you dialled their freephone #. the recorded announcement, before saying anything else, told you they were experiencing heavier than usual call volumes, and my wait would be greater than `10 minutes. Fine. What fried my La Croix silk was that after their customer service dept closed for the weekend, that outgoing message remained.
Today, I wanted to contact my provider to see if they would know if the $ was going to be charged to my account. After pressing the 'send' key, my computer came back with an error message, saying they were having technical difficulties. So, I went on over to the 'chat' page. There's nothing to click on to take me to this enfabled location. So, can't reach them by phone unless I want to hear, every 30 seconds whether or not I wish to, how sorry they are for my delay.
A few years ago I would've used this as an excuse to have a technicolour meltdown. The reason I'm posting this is that I am now able to see beforehand what I'll be doing to myself getting upset over the circumstances. When I do reach somebody, I'm going to tell them as lightly as possible, that if they were an airline, I wouldn't board any of their aircraft. Ever.
This has nothing to do wiv developing stuff this site was created for. I just wanted to make a short public statement and there really isn't any place else to say it without the idea that some oik would infantalize it and make fun.
It goes under the heading of something like, "Personal Irony: I'm Not Codependent, I'm Just Trying to Help [Myself]!"
In 2016 I created a playlist that included REM's "Let Me In," Michael Stipe's song to Kurt Cobain. And "Head Down", and "Black Hole Sun," by Soundgarden. I have a good singing voice, I think it's a baritone. But those notes at the end of BHS, you know, "Won't you come?" When you sing it, you pronounce the lyric: WOAN CHOO CU-UH-UHM, the "UH-" dropping an octave into "UHM." It's particular to my range that dropping that note requires discipline and concentration. And even then I'd say I've sung it 100 times and nailed it to my satisfaction maybe twice. Anyway, I had these two songs as a playlist in my media player. I listened to them and sang along as quietly as I could, it being four a.m. here in Seattle. And as the final notes of BHS fragmented and skipped back into eternity, I felt like total shit. Not at all normal for me to personally feel the loss of an entertainer, but at that moment I did feel sad. That's it. Thanks for reading this odd little collection of words.1
The customer service dept at Koss Headphones sent me an adapter gratis for my Pro 4/AA headphones so I could listen to loud rock and roll on my pc. I've been using Koss exclusively since I rec'd a pair for Christmas in 1971. Despite the natural deterioration in sound quality on a PC, I found I could hear more on certain Rolling Stones soundboards [the ones in question are Philadelphia 1972 and New York City a week later]. So I penned a rather whimsical email to Michael Koss, who actually replied with a letter, the kind we used to lick stamps for and put in a mailbox.
OK, that PC died. And the HP I have somehow has a really loose jack so the whole mechanism will slide out if you move the least little bit. It happened so often I became shell shocked about listen to loud music on my headphones at night when my nabes were sleeping because I didn't want to wake anybody up.
Finally, after too much jiggling, the end bit of the adapter got stuck in the headphone jack. Koss sent me another adapter gratis. Last night, I got out my headphones, removed the new adapter from its envelope, and inserted tweezers into the jack to pull the broken off bit out.
Except the broken off bit slid deeper into the jack. On my own, I have been able to rig the pc so I can use the speakers. And a friend who can remove the bit of the jack stuck in the jack will be over in a couple of days.
I went online and googled the methods others have used to remove broken off bits. That was worth the keystrokes!
In any case, I just wanted to say something about the irony of expecting the problem to be over and then having a few days more to live with the broken bit.
Has auto correct outsourced the necessity of correct spelling? Any thoughts on incorrect spellings in grammar which rain down upon us in everything from emails to published work.2
Quote from Psychology Today's Article Entitled "How Technology Paves the Way for Passive-Aggressive Behaviour"
"Indeed, the same technology that makes real-time contact and around-the-clock communication possible has, in many cases, drastically lessened the amount of time that human beings spend actually interacting."
To which I say: There *IS* a God...