2011 — 2 September: Friday
It's looking like suitably "splendiferous"1 weather for a walk, so I shall have to get my skates on (as it were) to shovel in some breakfast and pack a lunch as I've only recently woken up. It's 09:19 already. Tsk, tsk.
That zany Google sense of humour
The advert they picked to accompany a marketing email from one of my regular DVD suppliers is from an outfit offering "Bankruptcy in 3 Steps". I didn't realise you could buy that :-)
Back, after a...
... hot and very sticky six miles or so in a loop a little beyond Old Alresford that we haven't walked since February last year. The bod has been showered, the clothes are nearly ready to hang out on my line, and the pocketful of damsons I picked have been stewed and are looking very tempting. Of course, if they turn out not to be damsons this may turn out to be my final diary jotting :-)
It's 16:12 and I'm approaching the end of film titles starting with "M". The current total (not including the six titles I can find no trace of in any region or version) is 2,123. I think I shall watch one tonight. The online list lives here.
In days of yore...
... it wasn't unknown for me to insert humour ("on a clear disk, you can seek forever", for example) into the po-faced technical manuals I wrote for a living. My language tended far more toward the informal, active, than the turgid, formal, passive.2 I mention this because I've just read the Roku SoundBridge manual, and found therein a little gem that even I would quite probably not have written:
It's now 21:10 and I seem to have staved off a migraine by leaving my PC unattended for several hours. I've been putting the Roku through its paces up in the reading room, and much enjoying the results. It's a pretty fair audio system I've got up there. But the kettle lives in the kitchen, and that's where the next cuppa is coming from in a minute or so...
Big Bro has just passed along a photo of a big blue steam train (LNER 4492 "Dominion of New Zealand") snapped in Soton by a chum of his at 13:55 the other day. It's amusing to think the pixels have been all the way down to NZ and back, before landing on my screen. The snapper (poor fellow) was actually waiting for his diesel hauled VSOE (if that means anything to anyone). I worry about Big Bro sometimes (but then I just lie down until the feeling passes). Once a strain potter, always a strain potter?
Meanwhile, I've just 'DVD Profilered' the last of letter "N". (Nurse Jackie, season #2.)