Bitch on the Blog

July 14, 2014

Bear with me, please

Filed under: Errors — bitchontheblog @ 05:43

It’s getting a little tiresome. For those of you who miss me and my comments desperately: I am stymied. It’s like sitting in a traffic jam on the M25 in hot weather without any water to drink. Next there will be steam coming out of the bonnet of your car.

Whilst able to access certain websites but NOT their comment boxes I am bombarded with messages to the effect of something to do with “security certificate”. They always want you to ‘click’. I am not doing that. I may be an idiot (I am) when it comes to things computers but even my alarm bells start ringing when asked to click here there and everywhere. I was tempted earlier this morning but had visions of the whole caboodle going up in smoke. A bit like that rather old detective series (can’t remember the name this minute) with Robert Vaughn. The team would get their mission via a phone box call and then be sizzled to a cinder (the message not the team). Yes, good old Robert Vaughn. Hope he is not dead yet. Seems en vogue these days: Dying.

Anyway, upshot being that I haven’t got to the bottom, never mind the top, of the problem. What makes life even more interesting – and I’d rather not think about it – that I have a deadline to meet later today (which, is no doubt, why – in a moment to deflect my anguish – I am writing a blog post rather than getting on with it) and if I don’t it’ll cost me big time (in Pounds Sterling that is). My computer playing a rather nasty game of hide and seek. The file has vanished. Never mind. Something will come to me. And I’ve still got about nine hours to reconstruct two weeks of hard work.

Still, at least Argentina was put in its place last night. Unpleasant team. Brazil must be jumping for joy at their rival’s defeat. As am I.




  1. two weeks’ work in nine hours? even I couldn’t have done that in the days when I was still earning my crust.

    PS: I didn’t watch the match but I watched the ARD celebrations and comments until late into the night. WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
    And I’m not even a football fan.
    Who does the Angel root for? Germany or England?

    Comment by friko — July 14, 2014 @ 09:53 | Reply

    • Germany. Always. Even when he was little. I once warned him that he might get his head bashed in on the playground if he let on (he went to school in England). He wasn’t perturbed. Made no secret of where his allegiance with football was. And that he is half German.They didn’t lay a finger on him. Though some years later he was goosestepped – repeatedly – by one particular boy. The Angel being so laid back as to horizontal let it pass. Just ignored it. Until, one day, he turned round and placed a fist. And that was the end of that taunting.

      It’s interesting that whilst he grew up in England, has lived here all his life, he feels an affinity with the motherland “straight from the heart” (his words last night).

      Other than that: As of ten seconds ago I have acquired company. A big black fly. A buzzer. Only mentioning this because where I currently live you’ll be lucky to encounter as much as a fruit fly. A couple of years there was a ladybird in my study. I did look after it. But they don’t live long.

      Hope you are well, Friko. As befits someone living round the corner of the Titanic’s shipping office my iceberg cometh. In about five hours’ time. Brilliant. Will I be able to turn the ship round before climbing into a life boat?

      Gives a whole new meaning to the game “Schiffe Versenken”.


      Update: The fly has gone for pastures new. No, I didn’t kill it. It just flew out of another window. So much for ships passing at 1145 BST.

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 14, 2014 @ 10:46 | Reply

  2. Ah, still jingoistic I see! Coming to more mundane matters, perhaps professional help is called for to sort out your computer problems.

    Comment by rummuser — July 14, 2014 @ 11:24 | Reply

    • Yes, Ramana, but “professional help” costs money. Money that has to be earned first. This is where the cat starts chasing its tail. Vicious circle by another name. Still, my mantra: Everything will be fine. Unless it won’t. Joking aside: I am nearly there. But the “security notification” on trying to access various sites (not least those who use blogger) have not yet gone away. It’s vaguely irritating because there are a few people I’d hate to think that I have lost interest in them. I haven’t.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 14, 2014 @ 17:24 | Reply

  3. Germany won the game I suppose. Let me guess, it was either in extra time (bad) or as a result of a penalty shoot out (so bad as to be corrupt)…. well, someone has to win. No oppotunity to play the game again if there’s a draw after the designated 90 minutes.

    I think that I’m with Ramana on the computer’s needs.

    My fingers are crossed about the deadline.

    Comment by magpie11 — July 14, 2014 @ 15:33 | Reply

    • No, it wasn’t on penalty shoot out. Hate it when that happens. Noticed, glancing at today’s major broad sheets and tabloids that only The Times had the grace to acknowledge the World Cup winners on the front page. Never mind. I shan’t say a word. Some things best kept to oneself.

      On more news: Miraculously my email has recovered. Let’s touch wood and not take anything for granted.

      As to the deadline: It wasn’t as dead as a Dodo but nearly. OH MY GOD. Talk about damage limitation. Have been a touch fragile recently (which translates as: Tearful). Anyway, I didn’t forget the tissues and kept the eye on the ball. I was offered a hug at the end of the meeting. One the guy could not consummate because he is an official of a large public organisation. Still, it’s the thought that counts.

      We’ll see how it pans out. And thank you, Magpie, for your sympathetic noise.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 14, 2014 @ 17:18 | Reply

  4. The Robert Vaughn series? The Man From Uncle?

    Maybe your computer needs some professional attention to sort out whatever’s ailing it. It sounds like you’ve been hacked by someone. Good luck with the deadline.

    Comment by nick — July 14, 2014 @ 16:27 | Reply

    • That’s it, Nick: The Man from UNCLE. In German the title was somewhat more dramatic: “Kobra, uebernehmen Sie.” Loosely translated as: Cobra, take over.

      And what a sizzle it was. By today’s standards (and I watched it in the Seventies) so quaint.

      Thanks for your good wishes. Just come back from meeting. Talk about a serious attempt at damage limitation. We’ll see.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 14, 2014 @ 17:16 | Reply

      • No….not The Man from U.N.C.L.E but Mission Impossible…….…. i had to check because we never had a TV ….. mind you there are cases of tape and film self destructing….. old cellulose nitrate based film is famous for it……

        Comment by magpie11 — July 15, 2014 @ 14:02 | Reply

        • Yup, “Mission Impossible”. You’ve got it. No wonder I was, and still am, so fond of the title.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2014 @ 14:23 | Reply

  5. Yeah, I get the whole ‘comment security’ conundrum. Some of it is the blog author’s paranoia that they will get an unfriendly comment and some of it is the host’s issue. But taking time to leave a comment is precious enough without having to spend another twenty minutes trying to pass the ‘eyescan’ equivalent of cyber spyware. Yikes!

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — July 15, 2014 @ 10:26 | Reply

    • Yes, Renee, being made to jump through the hoops is annoying. I don’t know how many times I have engaged with a post, thrown my bit on the page in reply, only for it to vanish into the ether because, say, I can’t identify the numbers I am supposed to retype. It’s not so much that I mind the time wasted, more that I can’t always recreate my initial reaction and, worse, leaving the blogger ‘short changed’.

      Still, Renee, when my written word evaporates I sometimes think it’s for a good reason. Not least being spared having made a fool of myself. Inadvertently.

      Buzzing over to yours shortly. Hope to be fully functional soon. Bit of a nuisance. Which reminds me: Came across an article earlier today – taking up on the paranoia of authors you mention – that we should all return to good old fashioned typewriters. Naturally, some clever soul piped up saying that that wouldn’t make any difference because even when not connected to the internet you can be spied upon.

      Orwell to my right at the dinner party table and Mata Hari greetings,

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2014 @ 13:53 | Reply

  6. Authenticating yourself for the computer is the 21st century’s way of checking your name on the label of your jacket that your Mom (or Mum) so carefully etched on there to make sure everyone knew who was who. It was a pain then and it’s a pain now. Just a different kind of authentication procedure and no Moms (or (Mum) involved… 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — July 16, 2014 @ 15:00 | Reply

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