2011 — 14 December: Wednesday
Crikey. When did it suddenly become Wednesday?1 That's what happens when you lose track of time, I guess. I looked around (as it were) when Dr. John turned into Elton John and will just have a quick blast of Laraaji (Ambient #3: Day of Radiance) from 1980 before I turn in for what's left of the night...
Awake...
... and already finding myself torn between a pair of equally ridiculous stories (#1 and #2) while not even wanting to contemplate the idea of a kosher cell phone, I've opted for a cuppa instead while browsing the ever-sensible Jesus and Mo comic... After all, Xmas approacheth :-)
It's a nasty job...
... but someone has to do it. If you thought the filing system I revealed here was pretty crap, I don't intend to publish today's variation — I have, however, found all the Power of Attorney paperwork — as I finally get the round tuit needed for sorting and shuffling dear Mama's paperwork into a lower entropy state. Progress of a sort.
Tomorrow afternoon's appointment with the Matron at the care-home is the next item on that particular agenda. In the meantime, tell me how it can possibly be 40 years since I first heard, and recorded2 (off-air), Pink Floyd performing "Echoes"?
I've not seen "Downfall"...
... but this "rant" clip from it, with its fake subtitles, had me crying with laughter. I don't doubt the same trick can be and/or has already been applied to lots of other fraught situations...
... and, of course, it helps a lot if you're fully familiar with a certain fictional thriller writer and his equally fictional NYPD homicide detective "muse".
I have once again...
... expunged all trace of Apple's iTunes, as well as the three or four other excrescences that it had dragged in its sorry wake, from BlackBeast. As a reward, I've just treated the ATI Radeon HD5670 graphics card to a 3-day-old set of drivers, buried within which is a hint of a suggestion of a way of doing video transcoding with a power boost from the GPU. Early days.