Why is nothing ever simple? (3)

Why is it that one always has a cold when everything else is conspiring against you? (Surely I don't have to say "..conspiring against one"?). This cold has lasted longer than any I can remember for years and years and this is despite taking pro-biotics, vitamin C and multivitamins. It's really dragging me down.

There are two other irritations at the moment. The first is the photographs. When my mother died, my sister laid claim to the family photographs. I didn't have a problem with this, but I felt I wanted to be able to look at them whenever I want and also I felt my grown-up nieces would like to have access (as there are many early photos of them and their mother who died 5 years ago). So I volunteered to scan them all. I had no concept of what I was letting my self in for. I'd estimate that there are somewhere between eight and ten thousand photos and I don't even want to think about the number of slides. The quantity is bad enough, but then their is the variation of shapes and sizes and different ways of fixing them into albums (including those hideous low-tack ones which have now lost their tack altogether) and the mixture of colour and black and white. A lot of the photos need dusting before scanning. All in all it's taking me about two minutes a photo to scan. My sister did at one stage ask me to send them to her and she'd scan them. I was slightly tempted but the thought of bundling up and posting them was not attractive.
There's the added pressure that my sister wants to compile a photo-book for my Aunt (Mum's sister)'s birthday next month, so I said I'd pick out relevant photos and send them on a CD. Having isolated around a hundred, my main PC broke down, it's a good quality Dell with a mirrored disk drives both of whick have broken down. Luckily the photos were on an external drive - easy, plug it into my laptop, except 3 discs of different makes later, my laptop still won't burn a CD.

The other irritation is dealing with my Mum's will. The probate office decided that because the will wasn't dated, a second affadvit was needed. I was about to take it to a local solicitor for swearing when I read it properly for the first time and realised that the solicitor who had prepared it had misworded it. So it all had to be done again. Now done and posted but anotherthing dragging me down.

Why is nothing ever simple?

Why is nothing ever simple? (2)

It all seemed so straightforward. Move a Photoshop catalog from one PC to another. Two days later and numerous blind alleys,it still isn't working.

Why is nothing ever simple?

In an idle five minutes whilst eating a buttered hot cross bun, not having anything to write about, I thought that my one-post blog deserved a visit counter. I remembered that for a previous blog I'd used statcounter.com and even remembered my login and password. All was very simple and I noted with pleasure how easy it is now to add javascript to a blog.

Easy.

Except the counter didn't appear - just one of those funny red crosses when a picture is missing. I followed the same process again and - same result. In an effort to see what was going on, I pasted the URL of the picture into the IE address bar and hit return.

Oh.

What appeared was a warning message from my employer saying that the page had been blocked because it fell into the category of "sex". What is more, the message said that my name (which it echoed back to me, to prove that it knew who I was) had been logged as someone who had tried to access a site in the "sex" category.

For some reason my employers filter software thinks that c39.statcounter.com is something more than just a counter - maybe it is. I've now canabilised a counter from a disused web site of mine - c6.statcounter.com is apparently pure as the driven snow.