2011 — 15 August: Monday
A bright and sunny start to the week1 and the start-me-up cuppa is at the perfect temperature. It's 08:03 and there are already some tasks bickering for my attention. Meanwhile, Brian tells me he has just sat down at his PC to work out how to squeeze both a server ("easy peasy") and a lightweight graphics interface ("yet to be determined") on to that little 2GB Asus netbook2 from three years ago.
And t'other Brian (my plumbing chum) will be bringing round a "Gas Safe" engineer on Wednesday to inspect my complete central heating system and plasma gas fire in the wake of his recent service of same. (Brian got all his "susstificates" fairly recently, so the "Gas Safe" people are checking up on him as a matter of course for the first few jobs he does.)
Daniel D McCracken... now there's a name from the past! (Link.)
Wonder of wonders. I'm listening to some fine William Russo music on BBC Radio 3. About time too! I've loved this piece ("Street music") since first hearing it in 1977 and had to wait an inordinately long time for DG to issue it on CD.
I reckon I've...
... earned my 11:49 dose of "lemonses" by manfully resisting a variety of commercial blandishments assailing me in Hedge End. My word, the traffic coming back was an interesting demonstration of sub-optimal lane discipline, too. (Speaking of which, one reason for my jangled nerves last week was encountering a bicyclist, in a bicycle lane, heading towards me on the wrong side of the road. I thought that was a bit rich, particularly as there was a nice, empty bicycle lane on the other side of the road that he could equally well have used.)
My afternoon cuppa...
... cost my neighbours dear, as Shelagh ended up ordering the same Tablet PC as I have as soon as she'd finished taking mine out for a cyberspatial spin. I gather she can see lots of "school music applications" potential for it, which will do her nicely. But I now wonder when Peter will resume speaking to me?
I've just eaten the first of this year's crop of pears from the back jungle. Very nice it was, too. It's been rather dark from time to time this afternoon, but no rain quite yet. Tomorrow's little ramble should see three elderly codgers trudging around Selborne. Good grief, it's already 17:58. Next thing you know, someone round here will be demanding an evening meal. Tsk.
[Pause]
Indeed so. And followed by watching "Source Code" (which I thoroughly enjoyed). Mr Bowie's son done good. Again. Though aspects of the plot would be familiar to anyone with more than a passing exposure to quite a few SF stories of the 1950s and 1960s onward. Or "Groundhog Day" (which I also think is a splendid film) for that matter. And, yes, without plot spoiling, I did figure out the salient feature of the hero's situation before it was actually revealed.
I note Dr Kermode has placed "Source Code" in his best 5 films of the first half of the year. (Not sure about the goat farming one, though.)