2009 — 30 July: Thursday
It's 00:58, and I'm drooping more than somewhat. Time for my picture of Christa tonight, which shows her in Meisenheim 34 years ago. We were over there (and had taken dear Mama with us, too) at Christmas 1975:
Christa in Meisenheim, Christmas 1977
I skimmed through the music videos and watched the two interviews on the DVD that came with the Twilight soundtrack CD. Then I started watching Chromophobia but stopped just before it turned nasty, even though it has the wonderful Kristin Scott Thomas in it. (Tonight's trivia: She did what little narration there was for that interesting film "Microcosmos" which Christa and I saw at the Harbour Lights cinema back in 1997.) It will keep. Time to sleep. G'night.
Why the bleary eyes?
Well, if you read until 03:20, what do you expect? Don't come moaning to me! It's 09:35, the sun is shining, I have an afternoon tea date to look forward to, and a small list of vital supplies shopping to get (already got the putty, Bro, if you read this). In fact, it's time for my second cuppa to finish the sluggish rebooting process. I've also found a web page that crashes both Firefox and IE8, but which both Opera and Safari sail through. It's the July 2009 "Home Theater" review link you can currently find in the top right hand corner from here should you wish to take your web browser out for a spin. It may be a cookie issue. It certainly upset IE8:
Not seen one of those before. But then I usually use IE8 just for loading security patches.
Summer? Pah!
I dodged most of the shower while shopping. I haven't bought a replacement secondary glazing panel yet, but then this isn't a day for fiddling around with that sort of stuff. Instead, I shall exhume one of my SCART breakout plugs and fit it to my little Sony Freeview TV/radio so I can plumb that into one of the spare inputs on the new video scaler. I need the separated RGB and sync signals, exactly as I used to use on the earlier DVDO analogue scaler. I can feed the optical digital audio in separately, of course. Ever onward. It's 12:25 and the showers would make it impossible to do further outdoor maintenance at the moment.
Done. New setup. Right... need food — it's 13:41 and I'm starting to shake gently. My own fault.
Later
It's 19:41, I have a freshly sliced orange, a cuppa, a book, and Bob Harris on the steam radio. What more could a chap want? Well, Stephen Fry as the guest captain on "Never mind the buzzcocks" was pretty good, too. Now back to the book.