2012 — 5 July: Thursday
Since moving "up" to Textpad 6 last weekend I've been trying1 to restore various settings I'd become used to. As ever, in the wacky world of Windows, application options and configuration preferences are quite happy to go walkabout and settle down in new homes while your attention is momentarily elsewhere. Not so much a "three pipe" (or, these days, nicotine patch) problem, as a transient irritation of modern life.
Where's my cuppa? Good grief... is that the time? Better get dressed. Can't go shopping in jim-jams, now, can I? [Pause] My Tablet PC has decided it's time for a brain transplant. It's still "on" Android 4.0.3 but the Kernel build date is now 15 June. "Persistent perfection", Asus calls it.
Nearly time...
... to head out for my lunch date. I wonder what new misadventures my chum will have to report with his new A/V system. Last I heard, his Onkyo control amp was doing everything perfectly, with one tiny, miniscule exception, hardly worth noting: no video output signal to his screen. Who needs a picture?
Turns out the "Wheatsheaf"...
... in Braishfield is now back in business, though under completely new management. Not yet fully up to speed, but worth another visit in a couple of months, we thought.
Back at his base, Len not only promised to pick up a "tick extractor" for me on his next trip to the vet — on the, doubtless correct, assumption that I will meet a few more on my country strolls — but also demonstrated just how far hand-held Dyson technology has progressed since the day I persuaded Christa to buy me the earliest example2 of the species (and she made me carry it all the way home).
I left him with the first Blu-ray of "Rome" to assess whether the hi-def quality improvement is going to be sufficiently noticeable on his screen over the already-excellent DVD version he and I both have. Frankly, I suspect not, as the issue is still dubious on my 60" screen. I also finally had a chance to assess the Sky HD offerings, though I long ago swore a mighty oath never to pay the fragrant Rupert Murdoch another penny. And I returned with the first season (on Blu-ray) of "Fringe", about which I know nothing whatsoever.
I've not yet decided what to feed Big Bro while he's here. I'm reluctant to buy in a pile of fresh stuff without really knowing what he likes, and I hate wasting food. It's a pickle. (I know he used to like pickle, certainly.)