Wednesday, February 27, 2013

IE10 for Windows 7 - thumbs down

Microsoft has released Internet Explorer 10 for Windows 7.  Since our web app runs on Internet Explorer 7, 8, 9 and 10 (as well as Firefox, Chrome, Safari and mobile devices), I figured I'd give it a try.

The install went slowly, and after a reboot I sparked it up.

Not good.

The crash details pointed to iedkcs32.dll.  I searched the registry for that dll, and it appears to be related to automatic proxy handling, among other things.  I turned that off in the Internet Options - Connections - LAN settings and IE10 started up just fine.

If everything else works for me, I'll stick with IE10, but if something is relying on that setting I'll have to drop back to IE9.

Luckily, it's easy to uninstall IE10:

1) Open Windows 7 Control Panel.

2) Open Programs and Features.

3) In the sidebar on the left, choose "View Installed Updates".

4) Right-click on Windows Internet Explorer 10 and select Uninstall.

Reboot and you're back to IE9.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Whatever happened to...?

Seems to me that Lance Armstrong owes Oscar Pistorius a thank-you note for taking the heat off.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

You know you're getting old when...

You know you're getting old when your kids have more radio stations programmed in the car than you do.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Tweet of the day

FLASH! Ontario Tories suggest Kathleen Wynne should take lie-detector test; Wynne snaps back that Tim Hudak should take an IQ test.

Joke of the day

There was an interesting collection of fellas in line at the grocery store today, all with armloads of flowers.  None of them looked the least bit happy to be there.

That reminded me of a Valentine's joke.  A guy brings flowers home to his wife.  She says, "I suppose now I'll be on my back with my legs in the air all weekend."  He says, "Why not just use a vase?"

Remember, I don't make these up, I just pass them along...

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Quote of the day

We've had a lot of picks lately, and the curlers have been complaining.  The curlers blame the ice.  The icemaker blames the curlers.  Last night, the icemaker stood up to read the riot act to the curlers, about cleaning their shoes, bad grippers, hair on the ice, etc.  After a few minutes of ranting, we went out for the game.

During our game, one of our rocks picked and went sideways.  The opposition skip turned to me and said, "I guess that picked on one of the hairs that fell out of the icemaker's ass."