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SyncToySyncToy is a good utility (and free). But every-so-often i’ve found it to hang. It will be on one particular sync and no matter how many times I’ve tried, it will not budge.

After much playing the solution is to remove the various oddly named .bin files in the SyncToyData folder in My Documents.

Dunno why and can’t find any reference on the ‘net to anybody else having this issue.

A little late, I know, but the sentiment is there.

I’ve been away over Christmas and have been with my daughter since Boxing day. She’s with me until New Year – a good time to try out all the presents!

It’s not too late, however, to wish everyone a happy 2007!

Yep, it’s nearly Christmas and in the New Year, the wedding invites are being sent out. They’re all ready and sat in a shoe box on our bedroom wardrobe.

As per a previous post, we’ve had the cards designed for us, but I’ve done the inserts (plus various assorted bits of paper that are loose inside… you know, the usual, asking for music requests, etc).

Then we have two things to do, sooner rather than later – contact the vicar and the caterers. The vicar needs contacting to we can discuss rehearsals, order of service, etc. The caterers, well, we need to confirm the final menu. And that they can supply tables and chairs (we thought the hall was going to be able to do this, but in the end they couldn’t). Hmm.

In the meantime, have a good Christmas!

A while ago I gave up on the Adobe Acrobat Reader due to it’s snail-like speed. I swapped to Foxit Reader, but, although quick, I was disappointed with the lack of various features, including browser integration.

Now, Adobe has released version 8 and… my god… it’s a lot better. Fast speed, good looks and all the features I need.

So I’ve switched back. And if you don’t have it, it’s very much recommended.

More poetry fun from the same, fateful day in 1993.

Turbo the Turtoise – a poem in 5 distinct stages.

1. The Fluffy Bit

Turbo the Tortoise He’s a nippy little chap Flying thru wonderland Without need of a map

He soars over jelly trees Using his jolly jet boots Shaking the trees From the jelly to their roots

Passing pink umbrellas Candy and cotton clouds All is good and jolly In wonderland surrounds

2. The Surreal Bit

Turbo was a melon Harrummph, Harrummph Wibble, fish Passing wind thru his toes

He passed logs of windows Eggwhisk blades a-whirring Twisted whirls a-blurring Harrummph, Harrummph

3. The Waynes World Bit

Babe alert, babe alert Cried the excellent dude most hearty She’s high on the strokeability scale And I bet she knows how to party

Shcwing, went Turbo, to the fox He really felt good about it I’m not worthy, he did cry She was no squirly bit

4. The Romantic Bit

Holding her in his muscular arms He swept her off her feet Soaring way up in the air He had in store, a treat

As his arms moved across her chest She gave a gentle sigh She raked her hands thru his hair As he moved down to her thigh

5. The Violent and Sad Ending Bit

Turbo was in love But as he moved down to her thigh He got a bit of a shock As she pulled out an Uzi

Riddling him with bullets Blood spurting out from every hole He started up his jet pack And off went Turbo

The flame from the ignition Incinirated his one true love He wondered what he’d done As he climbed towards the heavens above

Fishing out his machetti He plunged it thru his heart His jetpack finally giving out He plunged like a weighted dart

Splattering on the concrete below Our friend was no-more How we’ll miss our dear old friend The Tortoise call Turbo

5b. The Scooby Doo Ending

Turbo was a resourceful chap He had a bullet-proof shell The bullets hit his one-true love And with a bump she fell

He reached down to help her up But he noticed something odd She seemed to be wearing a mask Which he ripped off of her bod

Revealing the person who had fired It was an evil guy He hated all the pollution and noise That Turbo made as he would fly

“I would have got away with it too” The evil man sighed “If it wasn’t for your pesky shell” Upon which the old man died

Good old Turbo – what a guy Good riddance to that louse He’ll never forget his bullet proof shell Whenever he leaves the house

THE END

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