2011 — 26 December: Monday
And so to Boxing Day.1 After the delicious evening meal, I 'retired' with Mike to re-watch "The Lake House" with its enjoyably tangled timeline plot. Good music, too. Back speedily on a nearly-empty motorway, with temperatures well above freezing. All in all, a very enjoyable Xmas day. And so to bed.
G'night.
I concede the...
... possibility that, had I not been reading until about 03:30, I might now (09:27) be slightly less sluggish. But I am retired, after all. The first / thirst cuppa is an enormous help.
Then there's stuff like this:
The literary world is full of analog holdouts clinging to their Olympias. But word processing may be less amenable to the kind of fetishism surrounding older writing tools.
"People treasure old, weird typewriters," Mr. Wershler said. "But you throw out a computer, and it's gone. It's sitting in a pile of toxic rubble in India."
Mr. King's first computer — a boxy behemoth with a beige molded casing, built-in monochrome screen, and $11,500 price tag — has enjoyed a certain cultish afterlife. "I am in negotiations to
buy Stephen King's Wang," a dealer of antiquarian computers announces in William Gibson's 2003 cyberpunk classic "Pattern Recognition."
It doesn't seem to take very long for things to become "classic" these days, does it?
It's proving...
... to have been a mild, grey afternoon. Good book (Lois McMaster Bujold), good music (Tori Amos), good coffee (Carte Noire). Suits me fine, frankly. Though I will admit: I do miss Christa. Still, contemplating the enormous list of things not done that should be done is always very comforting :-)
Come the hour...
... come the next topup for dear Mama's care-home fees, bank holiday or not. So, my first financial transaction of 2012. Definitely time for my next cuppa. Somehow it's already crept round to 20:06. KBO.