2010 — 21 May: Friday
Led astray by my main co-pilot, a bottle of wine, and some excellent Scotch, suddenly I find it's 00:41 and somewhat past time for bed! Hic. Good job we're both retired. Still, at least we've once again put the world to rights.
G'night.
Somewhat sluggish start
It's 10:24 and the first cuppa is about to resurrect what's left of me on what looks like it must have been a bright, sunny morning. (I've been asleep, you know.) It's also already over 21C on the front porch, boding ill for significant amounts of book carton toting later on.
Tell it not in Gath
Having been asked to "Tell it not in Gath" (and, being less familiar with the book of Samuel, but hating to admit it) a short dalliance with Mrs Google unearthed a far more interesting set of notes on the economic woes of the developed world as seen just under six years ago. And there are plenty more where that came from. (This one on Presidential IQs made me hoot.)
Time to tackle the next potted crock. Then, perhaps, a tad of brunch? It's 11:20 and ticking.
Suddenly, it's...
... already 14:23. Although the list of accomplishments so far today reveals impressively low energy I have at least managed to line up a visit for a revivifying cuppa in an hour or so. It also seems as if I shouldn't be web browsing with Firefox until the latest security patch, though the article here implies Chrome may be just as bad. (Not that my web browsing habits are, as it were, anything to write home about.)
And my former employer has handed out USB sticks preloaded with malware? (Source.) A sackable offence,1 one might think. And at a security conference, too. Cool. The letter of advice from IBM's Chief Technologist in Australia includes the world of pain hidden in bullet #5: as a precautionary measure we recommended [sic] that you perform a back up of all vital files on your workstation and perform a full re-installation of the operating system. Those mixed tenses, heh?
Having just put the car away, I note the front porch temperature at 18:25 is 34C. Golly!
Good ol' BBC HD
This fascinating programme, which Christa would have lapped up just as I did, accompanied my dose of delicious crockpottery, but I kept thinking "I know that voice... who is it?" as narrator Denis Lawson (the Gordon Urquhart sort-of hotelier character in that lovely 1983 film Local Hero2) did his stuff. It also contained a shot with the camera looking up while passing under the Golden Gate bridge — this was as good a test for the hi-def picture as anything on one of my Joe Kane test discs.
About time for a cuppa, methinks.