But...I needed to transfer all my data across from the old one. And it looked like this would be okay to do because there's this program on the new computer called Windows Easy Transfer and once I set about networking the two machines I was, as you would be, expecting an "easy transfer". But clearly, putting "Windows" in front of the phrase "easy" is by way of being an oxymoron. One week later and only some of my files are on the computer despite my four attempts to easily transfer them and what's worse is that the software on the new computer does not really know that these files actually made their way across before the program aborted itself, so they are hidden in all sorts of weird places and aren't talking to each other at all. So I'm still doing my emails on the old computer because I'm resisting keying in all my data manually because that would mean that I wasted the whole of last week doing so-called "easy transfers". Also I don't really understand Vista so everything is taking longer than if I did it on the the really slow computer. Which is completely annoying.
The upshot is that blogging has gone out the window because any spare time spent in front of the 'puties has been spent unhappily; swearing and searching and registering and feeling confused. Instead of pleasurably, reading my favourite blogs. And then the Blog Every Day in November campaign started and so I can't even look at my bloglines without having a panic attack.
Also my sister and niece are staying here for the Spring Carnival (Bron is a racehorse photographer) which is lovely. And keeping me busy obviously.
And I really have to do the newsletter for Cherub's creche but this requires work on the stupid computers (both of them) and by now I'm so cranky about everything taking twice as long that I give up really quickly.
And I had another tap gig on Friday night which was unreal fun, with Melbourne's notorious and hilarious and frankly charming Town Bikes. (seen below with their crazed ballet routine)
It was a fantastic night, with a sort of high-school social feel to it, in between the featured dance acts. (Us. Oh and others like the go-go dancers, the swing dancers, the kabuki dancer, the boot-scooters. Something for everyone really)
Except that in tap shoes, the stage was as slippery as an ice rink, and also I dropped my hat once which is as distracting as a wardrobe malfunction in terms of performance satisfaction.
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