2011 — 23 October: Sunday
Though the weather is relatively unpromising so far (it's 08:15 and rather grey), we decided a few hours ago to squeeze in another burst of country fresh air and exercise.1 It's good for us. So, too, is that vital first cuppa of the day.
Now, what explains...
... the subtle difference in behaviour (I wonder, having only just discovered it2) between a molehole web page as served by the XAMPP package I recently installed3 on BlackBeast, and that same page as served identically by both my little Ubuntu-based Apache system running here in the living room behind the firewall on that solid-state Asus netbook and by a machine over in Texas out in the Wild West Web?
Any suggestions, Mrs Landingham? The "Magic Thumb" Javascript that does an excellent job of zooming4 images seems to be the only area in which the difference manifests itself. Well, that I've found so far. "Externally" the zoomed image pops up temporarily in place of the original one, just as it should. But on localhost the zoomed image appears in a fresh web page. Most odd.
Breakfast and a packed lunch will both have to take preference over problem-solving — though it's not that much of a problem. It's just that these things are supposed to be finite state machines, and discrepancies get on my nerves until I can find the cause.
The (relatively) low mileage...
... wandering around Langrish and Stroud was more than compensated for by the large number of contour lines we seemed to criss-cross with increasing lower-limb weariness. It's definitely autumnal colours out there now, too, as Mike's picture clearly shows:
Time (16:27) for my next cuppa.
A mere 80 minutes or so later, I finally have synchronised radio sound both upstairs and downstairs. Last time, I achieved this by running a very long pair of audio phono leads up the stairs posing a potential trip hazard, and carrying analogue audio. Now, thanks to an adroit piece of hi-tech bargaining this weekend, I have identical models of Sony Freeview TV/radio boxes both down here in the living room and up in the reading room, with identical levels of firmware, and tuned to the same transmitter. Bliss!
Naturally, I still have to dash up and down to change stations, but I clearly need the exercise. I made the mistake of stepping on my bathroom scales a couple of days ago, and am still recovering from the shock.
Blast(off) from the past
Look what I've just found while looking for something else entirely. It dates from late October 1992 when the three of us were on holiday in Florida, subsidised by my IBM moling activities:
You cannot visit Florida and not see the Space Centre. That would be completely disrespectful.