I manage and design web sites, too, and I’ve seen behavior like that a fair amount. It’s usually among relatives, clients, or senior colleagues, so I tread carefully if I bring it up at all.

Some folks like to type URLs into the search box on CNN.com if it’s their default home page.

Through diligent counseling of those within earshot, I’ve created a radius around my cubicle of people who know you don’t have to type the http:// at the beginning of the URL, and very few of them dictate URLs with “backslashes” in them.

The other day I was helping an esteemed colleague manipulate an Excel spreadsheet he’d been sent. He almost never uses Excel, which is probably why he tried to open it in Word. Actually, I can’t count the number of people who think their File > Open window in Word is the way to navigate to all files; they’re unaware of Windows Explorer.

And what does it say for me, that I know all these things by heart? Gan saol ar bith!

Caro – Tuesday 27. And yeah, if those IT-illiterate freezing Kiwis can’t take a joke then fek them.

Sugar – We might be onto something there all right. Em, I’m getting ideas for the video too.

Sam – Haven’t a clue where it will be. I somehow don’t think I’ll have a say in it anyway. Oh, and I’ve printed out your last post and will be bringing it with me for reference.

Conorín – Not embarrassing in the slightest but I have heard of that trick myself. No, it’s all genuine. In fact the site was live 2 days when the client’s wife called asking when would it be available – she too is one of these put-the-full-URL-into-Google types – and Google hadn’t indexed at that stage.

Where are you going to go for lunch? Busy bar? Small intimate restaurant? Bustling restaurant? If it’s sarnies in the car, you’ve got planned, you’ll catch it in the neck from me, after she took the trouble to ask you out and’ all. That’s fine for a second date (well, not really – depends on the lady) but not in December. It’ll only rain and cast a gloomy spell over the whole enterprise and you can’t look at each other propply either. None of that lovely eye-gazing possible.

I’m dead excited now! When’s it happening?

A new song inspired by Primal Sneeze-destined to become a holiday classic.

Oh, and terrible news about the mass murder of those IT-illiterate freezing Kiwis. But they had it coming…

She helped me carry the stuff to my car – ‘cos of the ribaldry and all, I can’t lift much.
Passing by Tesco, being the silver-tongued devil that I am, I said jayzez, do ya hear that shite? Them wankers in Tesco are playing Christmas crap already.

Yeah, Christmas. I hate it. Mad busy time for us, was the equally silver-tongued reply. And worse, this year I’m the one left minding the shop while the others go out for the Christmas lunch. So if you’re collecting John’s stuff this day week do it at half two. They’ll be back and you can go to lunch with me. I hate eating on my own.

Yeah, ok so says I, can’t be leaving you alone with a loaded sandwich, can I? Dangerous that.

How was it? I knew she was keen, I knew it!