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The IE-Hotmail Oddity

Try it:
Empty the Hotmail Trash folder via IE. It doesn't work.
Empty the Hotmail Trash folder via Firefox. It works!

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Anonymous said…
Hmmm.... looks like the coders at Hotmail are not doing what they are paid for. Its an Irony that both IE and Hotmail belongs to The MS stable.
P.S.-I am still using IE. Ha Ha
Deepanjan said…
That's OK. I switch to IE when it's unavoidable. Somehow, the idea of using code not flowing from the heart seems too stifling to me. Sometimes, there are no options. But when there are, I greedily grab them.
However, what keeps me faithful to a few lines of code is not the inherent philisophy. It's usability.

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