2011 — 27 December: Tuesday
So, is it all over yet? A quiet, grey-looking morning out there isn't going to tempt me away from my morning cuppa just yet, that's for sure. What was, I suspect, the last of the cards to arrive slipped quietly through the letter box at some point yesterday — it was obviously tired after its lengthy journey from Big Bro, who (in it) holds out the possibility of a visit1 in 2012.
He's (nearly) retired, you know. Poor ol' chap :-)
Should give him time to tackle the interesting quiz here.
I may yet...
... live to regret this, but — conceptually — I've decided to treat the 635 CD compilations I currently have in my audio collection as being nothing more than arbitrary hard-wired 'playlists', the content of which is in no real sense chosen by me.2 That being so, I can see no good reason to stop me dispersing the 8,387 tracks on these 'playlists' among the 2,898 subfolders I already have of other (non-compilation) CDs by many of the same performers. If nothing else, the process has already allowed me to eliminate a surprising number of duplicate MP3s.
Besides, what better way to play a bunch of tracks that would otherwise languish unheard, gathering digital cobwebs?
I may yet...
... be forced out shopping. Today's lunchtime salad was looking distinctly sorry for itself. It had lost, you might say, a certain crispness. Could do with some more coffee, too. Aah, the endless domestic round. Is there anything quite like it?
[Pause]
I shall just have to pin my hopes on this evening's planned (and tasty) curry... chicken tikka masala. Meanwhile, I've been alternating MP3 file-moving sessions on BlackBeast with another dose of Ms Bujold. With suitable musical accompaniment, of course. Currently Gary Wright's 1988 album "Who I am". Long time since I last played that one.
With luck...
... there's now a walk on the cards for tomorrow. But — it's only just occurred to me — I've eaten only one mince pie3 in the whole of the festive spasm, so I don't have too much surplus to work off.