If you don’t use Outlook Web Access, skip this entry. It will make even less sense to you then my normal posts!
load of Tosh has this OWA attachments tip:
Here’s an Outlook Web Access (OWA) feature that’s in some ways little known. Although if you search for it, you can find articles talking about it. It’s the ability to drag and drop attachments on to a message. What makes this possible is our S/MIME control.
Try it out. Install the S/MIME control from the Options page and then bring up a new mail message. Now select a couple files, drag them over and drop them on to the body of the message. They get added to the attachments list just like that. It’s so much better than having to post each individual file attachment which is typical of a web app, don’t you think?
I’ve just set this up, and used it to send out a document for review. So much easier! I can’t imagine going back.
I had my usual swimming lesson tonight, and for the first time ever I was able to complete a whole lap without stopping. Actually, I was able to complete a whole lap four times! I’m feeling super proud of myself.
The best part is, I had a pretty bad session at last weeks lesson. I felt like I was moving backwards skillwise, so it felt great to make a big leap this time. I need to file this experience away in the database for the next time I feel like things aren’t progressing as fast as I’d like.
I still need to work on the kicking part, but I’ll leave that for next week.
If you’re reading this post, you’re very likely one of my close friends. That being the case, there’s probably very little chance that you drive an SUV. Just in case, I thought I’d share this a link to this article by Malcolm Gladwell regarding SUV safety. If anything, forward it to a gas guzzling friend! Like I said earlier today, I need posts!
For a few months in 2002 or so, I drove to work in Queens in Sarah’s ’91 Celica. One day while waiting for the parking lot attendant to retrieve my car, a woman drove in in one of the largest SUVs I’ve ever seen. She climbed…maybe rappelled…out of the thing and turned out to be about 5’1” and 110 LBS soaking wet. It was a really surreal moment, like something out of that dumb Comedy Central show Trigger Happy TV. How could anyone drive a vehicle capable of carrying the starting lineup of a baseball team by themselves without feeling even a hint of guilt, or at least irony?
I snapped out of it, squeezed my 240 LB frame into the Celica and headed home.
I’ve really been slacking with the posts lately. It’s gotten to the point where the lack of posts is screwing up the site design. In my day, we used tables! You never had to worry about that! Damn, these kids and their new fangled DIV based designs and stylesheets! Anyway, I’ll be dealing with a two and a half hour commute (each way) during March, so expect another flurry of posts.
In the meantime, here’s a poem I wrote in my sleep last saturday:
The key to making words is a,
or using some vowels anyway.
Start with a few letters and you’ll see,
a good round number might be three.
Of course, there’s no way it will make sense to anyone…it doesn’t even make sense to me.
Here’s what you need:
The rules are identical to normal Scrabble, except for one addition. Any player who scores less than ten points in a round, passes on his or her turn, or loses a challenge takes a shot of the aformentioned liquor. We originally tried setting the low bar at seven points, but through a combination of luck and skill only two shots were downed. Once we raised the minimum score to ten the real fun began. Before the night was over we were all falling down drunk (Sarah especially), with heads full of Jamesson and words that have a Q and no U.
Ray came over to Chez Lindsay on Sunday to jam and he brought special guest star Fantucch with him. Ray’s been coming over to jam out on as many Sundays as our schedules allow, and it’s starting to be an integral part of my weekend. I was a bit concerned when they didn’t show up until 3 in the afternoon, thinking we wouldn’t have a lot of time to play, but We wound up going until well after eleven.
Around nine or ten, as I was struggling to pick up a new bass line Ray had been working on, Ray threw out a fun little bass pattern and all of our ears perked up. Even Sarah! We picked out a drum beat from my drum machine, and recorded it quickly to keep the creative juices from drying up. Then Ray, a guy with no piano training, hopped on my old Casio keyboard (I think my grandma got it for me in junior high) and started banging out some improvised melodies. We were all stunned…it was rough around the edges, but the potential was obvious. Ten minutes later we had a rough sketch for what will probably wind up being a hot little number. Impressive.
The big thing is, I’m starting to feel like a real musician. I’m never going to be the next Yngwie when it comes to guitar playing, but we are making very real music.
On Sunday we finally got around to putting up photos for the people who have visited since we put up the first version of the “Wall Of Shame”.
We were considering not putting up the newer photos, thinking that it would take forever to have enough people for even a single row. We were wrong. The wall now has 77 people in 72 photos, which I find incredible. I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time I start feeling bad about not having things to do on the weekend. Now that I think about it, I probably owe some people a phone call…
Random Fact #1: We’ve avoided taking additional couple photos, so there are still only five photos which contain more than one person.
Random Fact #2: Only seven out of seventy-seven people on the wall are wearing glasses.
No, not that type of hot spot. Gothamist posts about electrical hot spots in NYC, and one happens to be about a block away from Pickabar HQ. Great, something else to obsess about.