Drinking whiskey clear!
In 1959, Audrey Hepburn made a movie called Green Mansions (IMDB link). One of her co-stars in the film was a baby deer named Pippin. Hepburn adopted the little guy, nicknamed him Ip, and took him everywhere she went.
[The other pictures that used to be in this post were removed at the request of the copyright holder]
If you’ve been using Outlook for some time, you’ve probably got a folder structure that works for you. And you probably also have a lot of email that could be archived out of your mail storage file.
Unfortunately, Microsoft’s all-or-nothing solution to the issue – AutoArchiving – is quite limited. You can only archive items by their date. You can’t, for instance, tell Outlook to archive all 6 month old emails except categorized ones. Nor can you tell Outlook to archive all emails except this or that folder. You could always copy emails to a new data file manually, but that would mean recreating the folder structure, which can be a lot of work.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could replicate your folder structure in a new data file, and move older emails to it as needed?
You can, and it’s a simple, if drawn out, process:
1) Open Outlook and click “File” > “Import and Export”.
2) Choose “Export to a file”, and then click “Next”.
3) Choose “Personal Folder File (.pst)”, and then click Next.
4) On the next screen, select the top of the hierarchy (usually listed as “Personal Folders”) and make sure that “Include subfolders” is checked, and then click “Next”.
5) Choose a unique name for the new data file (such as “outlookfolders.pst”) as well as a location for the new data file (such as the desktop), and then click “Finish”.
6) If you see an additional screen called “Create Microsoft Personal Folders”, just click “OK”.
Depending on the size of your email archive and the speed of your computer, this process can take anywhere from 30 seconds to 45 minutes or more.
I hate to admit that I spend some time at 4chan, but I do. I found this pic a few weeks ago in \b\, and have no idea what it’s about:
What the hell is that? I mean, it looks like someone lying on their side, butt facing the camera… with a tail coming off their spine. But then there are the “feet”, which actually look like hands. And then there’s that creepy tuft of hair, too. This pic, perhaps photoshopped, still gives me the willies!
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One of the upsides of Firefox is that it has a built-in spell-checker, so when you type up a post on a message board (or in WordPress!), you get the same red squiggly line under misspelled words like you do in Microsoft Word.
One of the downsides of Firefox is that the spell-checker is… quirky:
Yep, it’s telling me that “brain” is misspelled, and offers no suggestions on how to spell it “correctly”.
Slap Upside the Head is a Canadian website dedicated to ending anti-gay bigotry in the nation of our neighbors to the north. The other day, I was updating the banners on this site, and did a Google search for “Anglican”. A couple of Slap’s cartoons came up, and for some reason I found them amusing:
With the Super Bowl only days away, I’ve been far too excited to write. But not so excited that I couldn’t bookmark a bunch of interesting stuff to share with you. So… let’s get started:
– Mohan Srivastava is a Canadian “geological statistician”. Basically, mining companies go to some location and take hundreds of soil samples, and Srivastava crunches the numbers to see what’s in the ground there. Anyway, like a lot of people, Srivastava always thought that scratch-off lotto tickets were a scam… until one day, when he found a ticket in a pile of stuff on his desk. It had been given to him by a co-worker as a gag gift, but Srivastava decided to play it anyway. He won $3 (Canadian dollars, even) and went to the nearest gas station to redeem it. On the walk back to the office, he had an epiphany: what if he could use his statistical mojo to determine winning lottery tickets? Come to find out, it was amazingly easy. Read the whole article at Wired.com… it really is damn interesting!
– If it were up to her, Baroness Floella Benjamin would ban TVs in childrens’ bedrooms. Ho-hum… more of the British nanny state if you want to read it.
– Maybe those obese British kids should exercise? Perhaps they might want to avoid swimming off the coast of Florida, where 100,000 sharks assembled.
– On this date in 1690, the government of the Massachusetts Colony issued the first paper money in America.
– 1973 marked the 50th anniversary of Yankee Stadium, so the team sent a letter out to former players and staff, asking them to share their most memorable moments in the ballpark. Slugger Mickey Mantle’s memories… probably weren’t what they had in mind. NSFW WARNING: Although the linked article just shows a scan of Mantle’s letter, Mantle’s written response is very lewd. So, no graphic images or anything, but you’ve been warned all the same.
– So, apparently, Verizon iPhone users can get a 450 minute plan for $40/month, but will need to add $20/month for unlimited texting and $30/month for unlimited data, for a total of $90/month. I just want to point out that my Virgin Mobile Droid costs $25/month for 300 minutes and unlimited text and data. Enjoy those iPhones, suckers!
– Hank Green is a nerd who has a hard-on for the James Webb Space Telescope. And who can blame him, really? The JWST will be amazing, and it’ll make the Hubble look like a toy in comparison. Here’s a video of Green giving his five reasons why the JWST is awesome:
Read more about the JWST at the official NASA site here.
And you wonder why I watch Community?
The pic features stars Alison Brie (who also appears on Mad Men) and Gillian Jacobs in a near kiss. Thanks to Brie for posting this on her Twitter feed.
Community airs at 8pm on Thursdays on NBC. You know I’ll be there… especially since tonight’s episode is about Dungeons and Dragons!
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“I don’t know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either we heal as a team or we’re gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we’re finished. We’re in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell… one inch at a time.
Now I can’t do it for ya, I’m too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I’ve made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I’ve pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who’s ever loved me. And lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that’s… that’s… that’s a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin’ stuff. You find out life’s this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game – life or football – the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don’t quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us. They’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that’s gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I’ll tell you this, in any fight it’s the guy who’s willing to die who’s gonna win that inch. And I know, if I’m gonna have any life any more it’s because I’m still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that’s what living is, the six inches in front of your face.
Now I can’t make you do it. You’ve got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think you’re going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You’re gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it you’re gonna do the same for him. That’s a team, gentlemen, and either, we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That’s football guys, that’s all it is.
Now, what are you gonna do?”
– Al Pacino as Tony D’Amato
Any Given Sunday