2011 — 18 February: Friday
For my evening's entertainment1 I watched...
... both of which showed up among the parcels I discovered 24 hours ago shivering on my doorstep as I was sniffing the fresh air to assess the likely weather for our walk. The animation work on "Monsters" was excellent, but I have to admit I still got rather more out of my second viewing of the "Facebook" story. I also kept the subtitles on to avoid missing some of the fast-paced dialogue. I can read faster, it seems, than I can hear! The two hours flew by, but I'm now too tired to tackle any of the documentary features.
Time (01:23) for some more of that sleep stuff. I have a long day coming up, with a long drive, too
New insight...
... brings fresh delight. Following an overnight email I now know how Big Bro diagnoses2 a (could be) failing laptop...
My laptop (on start up) now has a beep like sound for 10 seconds and the lower LHS of the screen has a red tint to it. This all reverts to normal in about 45 seconds.
So while he's flying home several thousand miles in a haze of carbon footprints to the ol' farmstead (mollycoddled in business class en route and in all probability soothed by a selection of red-tinted drinks with little straw umbrellas in them) to buy a new one3 I shall pootle gently up the motorway (trying — yet again — to avoid the short but costly toll section) to sign whatever needs to be signed to sell our mother's house and thus continue to be able to fund her care-home.
Me? Bitter? Perish the thought! :-)
It's 08:36 so it must be time to mollycoddle myself with another cuppa. (No umbrella.) I love the way the Lib Dems say an alternative vote would make the process more democratic when the initial candidate selection process itself is so undemocratic. "If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal."
Inside Job
Having watched the trailer and read the "Study Guide" (!)... roasting bankers seems almost too good for them.
Aside to Christa
Now that my fingers have defrosted I can report that a) the first daffodil in the front garden is showing a hint of yellow, b) "Mr FishyCo" is now closed until further notice, and c) your preferred savings institution has closed all its agencies at some point in the last eight months, so I now have to schlep into Eastleigh when I want to update the passbook. But I'm sure the walk in the almost freezing misty fresh air did me good. KBO.
Were you to ask me, I'd say Eastleigh looks now in a worse economic state than back in 1981 when I joined IBM and moved down here. Every third shop seems to be some low-rent combination of charity, fast food, hair, or nails boutique. Still, the library and the Waterstone's are still chugging along. I found the savings institution, too.
Right. Next item of business is lunch, and then I shall set off for the frozen North. It's 12:21 and I've just finished reading this scary tale. Thanks, Brian!