2009 — 24 April: Friday
A late night, as I've only just finished the delightful film "Easy Virtue" and the rather less than delightful process of trying (so far, unsuccessfully) to get digital audio working from my brand spanking new Ubuntu 9.04 system. "Upgrade it in situ" quoth my tame guru, "and it will do things piecemeal but preserve all your installed software and settings". Pah! A pox on poxy software and hardware mis-matches. Analogue sound is fine, of course. (As usual.)
I shall therefore now cheer myself up with another picture of Christa, again taken in about 1978 in the Old Windsor house. Did I ever happen to mention, I wonder, the fact that she had a wonderful smile?
G'night at 02:31 or (yawn) so.
There are worse things...
Hasn't the Wall Street Journal any weightier concerns?
The BBC Radio 4 chatter with Tracy Emin and others is driving me in search of a cuppa. (That young lady is now a Royal Academician.)
Supplies...
... need a tad of replenishment. Ho hum. It's 12:11 — time to saddle up the Yaris.
Good! The cupboard is now slightly less bare. Meanwhile, I'm now listening to "More or Less" which had an admirable skit on the financial jiggery pokery of our, and, necessarily, the next several, guvmints. More here, too.
Surprise, surprise, the economy may take longer to "recover" than the bozos who think they are in charge are predicting. Quick! Switch off before the abominable "Archers".
Now that lunch...
... is over, and I'm feeling mildly benevolent towards the world, I have to ask why a chap who can play his newest Blu-ray disc at full high-definition on a 60" plasma screen would want to watch the same film on the pint-sized screen of his iPod? (Reminder of physical size of said iPod is here.)
If you bother to read the small print (click the pic to see it at 150% size) you soon discover you have to be a resident of a distant continent in any case...
Globalised economy? Don't make me laugh. I'm guessing that "Expiration" implies some nasty DRM, too.
Something for the weekend, sir?
Thanks, Mr Postie:
And thanks, Junior, too. I like it when you call to reassure me of your health and reasonable happiness. I try not to worry, of course, but I expect any parent would understand. It's 17:14 and still quite bright here, but I don't much like the look of the BBC's feather warcast for a planned jaunt tomorrow.
At 22:23 it must be time for a film, methinks.