Monday? Monday!
Does anyone else using Chrome (on a Mac or not, unsure if it matters) ever have a problem with your pinned tabs mysteriously going AWOL when you restart? I turn my computer off every couple weeks while I'm at work and find that when I do that some, but not all, of my pinned tabs (anywhere from 10-20+ at a time) have disappeared. Random ones, too, like my email and, like, my bingo cards post. I use my email probably every hour and might look at the bingo card post a couple times a week, so there's no consistency there.
It's not a huge deal but I've forgotten about some challenge posts at comms by losing the tab. I figured pinning the tabs would STOP things like this from happening. *scratches head*
Met a neighbour for the first time this afternoon when I came home from work. Been here for over five years but I've never seen these people and they live four houses down, LOL. When I got out of the car this afternoon I saw a dog wandering around at the end of the block. I know that neighbour doesn't have a dog so I was like, "well, shit" and followed it. He went to the park and I followed him a bit, trying to get him to come to me. Played phone tag with the SPCA, then the pound, THEN bylaw (SPCA no longer contracts for the city so now we have a pound which, after a certain period of time, will relinquish animals TO the SPCA but to get them TO the pound you have to call bylaw--a mess, if you ask me) while I was following the little guffer only to have him lead me back to his house.
The dude who owns him was super nice, if a little (or a lot) stoned. We chatted for a few minutes and he was hanging out with his daughters who were dressed like princesses and his SO in the garage, jamming out on his drums (he pulled one of his drums out of a closet to show me how it shined in the sun and exclaimed at length about the colour of my hair). I wanted to be like, "dude, put a collar on your dog, maybe" but ... yeah.
Apparently the dog gets out like Houdini but I've never seen him before today so it can't be that often. Bugs is his name (after the rabbit) and he's a lovely golden retriever, I think; an elderly gentleman of 12 or 13. At least I know his name and can return him home again if I ever see him.
I know the dog's name but not the owner's. Although, in my defence, I'll actually remember the dog's name.
Could be a worse ending to a day that started with a reporter telling everyone to call the cops if her first visitor of the day ever passed through our doors again. Never a dull moment.
It's not a huge deal but I've forgotten about some challenge posts at comms by losing the tab. I figured pinning the tabs would STOP things like this from happening. *scratches head*
Met a neighbour for the first time this afternoon when I came home from work. Been here for over five years but I've never seen these people and they live four houses down, LOL. When I got out of the car this afternoon I saw a dog wandering around at the end of the block. I know that neighbour doesn't have a dog so I was like, "well, shit" and followed it. He went to the park and I followed him a bit, trying to get him to come to me. Played phone tag with the SPCA, then the pound, THEN bylaw (SPCA no longer contracts for the city so now we have a pound which, after a certain period of time, will relinquish animals TO the SPCA but to get them TO the pound you have to call bylaw--a mess, if you ask me) while I was following the little guffer only to have him lead me back to his house.
The dude who owns him was super nice, if a little (or a lot) stoned. We chatted for a few minutes and he was hanging out with his daughters who were dressed like princesses and his SO in the garage, jamming out on his drums (he pulled one of his drums out of a closet to show me how it shined in the sun and exclaimed at length about the colour of my hair). I wanted to be like, "dude, put a collar on your dog, maybe" but ... yeah.
Apparently the dog gets out like Houdini but I've never seen him before today so it can't be that often. Bugs is his name (after the rabbit) and he's a lovely golden retriever, I think; an elderly gentleman of 12 or 13. At least I know his name and can return him home again if I ever see him.
I know the dog's name but not the owner's. Although, in my defence, I'll actually remember the dog's name.
Could be a worse ending to a day that started with a reporter telling everyone to call the cops if her first visitor of the day ever passed through our doors again. Never a dull moment.