little things
Jun. 19th, 2005 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7OK, so iJournal's out for being useless, and now Xjournal has proven itself to be utterly not worth the effort (it won't let me change the password on my account. What, are we supposed to never change our passwords? By "edit accounts" it means "either add or delete accounts", which is not the same thing. Stupid).
Poorly designed. Nobody with a brain has written a client for LJ that runs on OS X. The only, single one and only thing I miss from when I was a Windows user is that infinite monkeys running the same system eventually come up with an LJ client that doesn't actively blow goats in its spare time.
So. Web client, which puts a kink in my newfound freedom-from-the-ever-open-browserwindow style. *shakes fist*
Have eaten half a bagel, with cream cheese. Am proud of self. More recently ate a Wegman's knockoff Oreo and am ruing it bitterly. Rue! It hurts.
Hmm, but fleetingly. The W-Os are calling to me. "Woe! Woe!"
Anyhow.
Have just mopped kitchen floor. Am astonished by... how little difference it made. Depressing, really.
Apart from Shirley/Fooshella's probable about-to-dieness (discussed in the iJournal-fucked post two posts previous to this one), and my inability to cope with the concept of eating, all is well. Dave has got the kitchen clean and sparkling. I have done some laundry. I have tomorrow off and the day after. Dave has his job interview tomorrow. (Can't type with fingers crossed, so do pardon me.) Dave's even managed to keep his suit nice so I don't have to iron it at the last minute again. Even the tie is hung up. (Because I hung it up after the last time he shed it on the floor.)
I have two weeks minus two days to a) make the house nice and b) find the charger for my fucking camera. I am highly hopeful that a) will yield b). Everything else in life is sort of beside the point by now.
Have just done weekly math to determine how much I earned. Saturday morning I earned less than I have ever really earned in an entire uninterrupted non-Club shift, and I noticed that they have put me on for Saturday mornings for the forseeable future. I am going to discuss that with some people who might be better-informed than I: It is not worth my while to come in on a Saturday morning to sit in Torture Bar and rotate on my thumb. If I do get another job I'm going to tell them I can work Saturdays (thus being unavailable to the airport on Saturdays). God damn, Saturdays are retarded at the airport. 11-7 isn't bad; 9-4 is useless.
But i don't really want another job. I don't. I hated working a double so much. I am not the sort of person who can work more than 40 hours a week. I do not like being outside my house. I really don't. And I hate it when I get a day off here, a day off there, a day off in the middle, and never multiples at once. Guh. I need long uninterrupted spans at once of just being home and free; I am a very poor time manager and it takes me a very long time to get into anything.
Oh now the dissipating tummyache has become a headache. I am not amused. Enough blathering. I can't judge in the web client how long a post is, so I don't know if this warrants a cut. Do forgive me if it's long. I have to find a client that doesn't bite my ass, but I'm running low on ones to try.
Poorly designed. Nobody with a brain has written a client for LJ that runs on OS X. The only, single one and only thing I miss from when I was a Windows user is that infinite monkeys running the same system eventually come up with an LJ client that doesn't actively blow goats in its spare time.
So. Web client, which puts a kink in my newfound freedom-from-the-ever-open-browserwindow style. *shakes fist*
Have eaten half a bagel, with cream cheese. Am proud of self. More recently ate a Wegman's knockoff Oreo and am ruing it bitterly. Rue! It hurts.
Hmm, but fleetingly. The W-Os are calling to me. "Woe! Woe!"
Anyhow.
Have just mopped kitchen floor. Am astonished by... how little difference it made. Depressing, really.
Apart from Shirley/Fooshella's probable about-to-dieness (discussed in the iJournal-fucked post two posts previous to this one), and my inability to cope with the concept of eating, all is well. Dave has got the kitchen clean and sparkling. I have done some laundry. I have tomorrow off and the day after. Dave has his job interview tomorrow. (Can't type with fingers crossed, so do pardon me.) Dave's even managed to keep his suit nice so I don't have to iron it at the last minute again. Even the tie is hung up. (Because I hung it up after the last time he shed it on the floor.)
I have two weeks minus two days to a) make the house nice and b) find the charger for my fucking camera. I am highly hopeful that a) will yield b). Everything else in life is sort of beside the point by now.
Have just done weekly math to determine how much I earned. Saturday morning I earned less than I have ever really earned in an entire uninterrupted non-Club shift, and I noticed that they have put me on for Saturday mornings for the forseeable future. I am going to discuss that with some people who might be better-informed than I: It is not worth my while to come in on a Saturday morning to sit in Torture Bar and rotate on my thumb. If I do get another job I'm going to tell them I can work Saturdays (thus being unavailable to the airport on Saturdays). God damn, Saturdays are retarded at the airport. 11-7 isn't bad; 9-4 is useless.
But i don't really want another job. I don't. I hated working a double so much. I am not the sort of person who can work more than 40 hours a week. I do not like being outside my house. I really don't. And I hate it when I get a day off here, a day off there, a day off in the middle, and never multiples at once. Guh. I need long uninterrupted spans at once of just being home and free; I am a very poor time manager and it takes me a very long time to get into anything.
Oh now the dissipating tummyache has become a headache. I am not amused. Enough blathering. I can't judge in the web client how long a post is, so I don't know if this warrants a cut. Do forgive me if it's long. I have to find a client that doesn't bite my ass, but I'm running low on ones to try.
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Date: 2005-06-20 12:59 pm (UTC)...But as far as I know, none of the standalone clients can change your password. They usually need to log in before you start the entry. So password-changing's done only through the website.
As far as I know.
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Date: 2005-06-20 01:55 pm (UTC)No, iJournal would ask for my password, and if I changed my password, I could uncheck "remember password" and change it.
Xjournal gives me no option but to... Go to Livejournal and put my password back the way it was.
Which means I can never change my password. Unless I delete my account from Xjournal and then put it in with the right one. "Edit accounts" has no capacity to let you actually edit its record of your account information.
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Date: 2005-06-20 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 02:08 pm (UTC)Create a new LJ account in the program with your correct password
Make it the default
Delete the old version
have "log in automatically" selected in preferences
Restart the program