Day: February 7, 2007

I have no idea why you would ever want this option, but apparently, if you type CTRL, ALT, and then any arrow key in Windows, you can rotate your desktop screen 90 degrees. Doing this by accident can pretty disconcerting, let me tell you.

One thing I don’t like about the new Blogger? If I’m logged into one of my other Gmail accounts, one that isn’t linked to Blogger, I have to log out or I can’t post to my weblog — or even post a comment on somebody else’s.

One thing I do like? The comment count on my weblog automatically reloads as new comments are posted. Before, for reasons I could never figure out or seem to fix, I needed to re-publish the blog in order to see the new count, or to have the comments sent to my e-mail address.

So, right now, it’s about a wash. I’m not overly impressed with the new version, but neither am I up in arms over any of its features*.

* You know who is up in arms, though? The people, over the king’s oppressive new tax on Hoodsies, that’s who. I’m just saying.

I have to admit, there’s something fascinating about this story because there were astronauts involved:

HOUSTON – Hiding her face from the cameras, astronaut Lisa Nowak returned to Texas on Wednesday, a day after being charged in Florida with trying to murder the woman she believed was her romantic rival for a space shuttle pilot’s affections.

Without that, the story would just be sad. Which it is, to be sure, but still…

Nowak, accustomed to wearing astronaut diapers during the space shuttle’s launch and return to Earth, wore them on the drive from Houston so she would not have to make bathroom stops as she raced to confront Shipman at the Orlando International Airport, police said.

Then, according to police, Nowak donned a wig and trench coat, boarded an airport shuttle bus with Shipman and followed her to her car. Crying, Nowak sprayed a chemical into the car. Shipman drove to a parking lot booth for help.

You just don’t see the phrase “accustomed to wearing astronaut diapers” too often in the press.

Although, frankly, I could have done without the “life seemed to be on a perfect trajectory” play on words a few paragraphs before that.