Johnny C
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- Nov 7, 2006
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This may sound bizarre. I've written a lot of macro's in my time. Some I'm not proud of but some I am (the one that copied ranges charts to Powerpoint, the one that identified external sources in a file) but maybe not the one that on a 10,000th entry opened the mousedraw and asked for cheese to be put in it, or another that one the 10,000th entry bounced a smiley face around the screen for 10 secs.). Anyway, a lot of files I've written have macros. Excel has started telling me macros are disabled because 'The source of this file [me] is unstrusted'.
I'm fairly sure I'm not schizophrenic, and oddly, perhaps weirdly in Microsoft eyes, I trust myself. Except with naga chilli sauce but that's a different problem.
I know I can digitally sign a macro (involving a middle finger), but it seems I have to go through every folder I've had a macro in, add it to the circle of Trust (Microshaft Trust centre, within FBI remit, stick your badges where the sun don't shine, I'm sure you're monitoring MrExcel) Then go and digitally sign (middle finger) every spreadsheet.
I know MS want to kill Excel, but is there a simple way I can end this misery.
Dear Billy Goats. I will be dead shortly. Please let me live out my dying days without having to put my balls through a wrencher.
I'm fairly sure I'm not schizophrenic, and oddly, perhaps weirdly in Microsoft eyes, I trust myself. Except with naga chilli sauce but that's a different problem.
I know I can digitally sign a macro (involving a middle finger), but it seems I have to go through every folder I've had a macro in, add it to the circle of Trust (Microshaft Trust centre, within FBI remit, stick your badges where the sun don't shine, I'm sure you're monitoring MrExcel) Then go and digitally sign (middle finger) every spreadsheet.
I know MS want to kill Excel, but is there a simple way I can end this misery.
Dear Billy Goats. I will be dead shortly. Please let me live out my dying days without having to put my balls through a wrencher.