2012 — 17 September: Monday
I've not yet checked to see if my external 'molehole' web pages are indeed off the air1 this morning — I prefer to concentrate on my "Enjoy a cuppa" and "Make some breakfast" processes. It's gloriously sunny at the moment, though quite cool. And there's the higher-priority matter of the disgraceful state of Mother Hubbard's little cupboard claiming at least some of my attention in the short-term future. Not to mention the nearly empty fuel tank of my little Yaris.
If you can read this (as they say) then they were up a minute or so ago (at 09:40 UK time). Whether or not they have already been down, or are now about to go down, depends entirely on what the Texan chain gang are doing on their server farm. See you later, perhaps :-)
What clock? Aah, such clock!
It's already after noon. Good grief. Supplies tidied away. Petrol tank full. Dear Mama's BT refund cheque paid into her account. Both the evening meal and the evening entertainment options sorted out. The latter is likely to be this morning's delivery, starring the young lady most recently seen in "Hunger Games". This earlier film...
... which (according to its sleeve note, and I quote carefully) is an adapatation (sic) of Daniel Woodrell's novel, holds considerable promise.
My external server seems to be back on its virtual castors, right way up. I gather there's a temporary proxy in place on the old server pointing across to the new one. For the next four days, at least. Cool.
Aside to Christa
BBC 6Music is 'doing' amusing (by which they generally mean punning) business names. There's a flower shop on a corner in Munich, called "Blumen Ech". Blooming Heck!
Many aspects of being a widower — frankly — do little or nothing to improve my demeanour. One of the more minor ones is the way our old kettle means I have to boil more water than needed for my rare cuppa. So I'm just back from a quick whizz down to the End of the Hedge where — having torn myself away from all the over-priced technical tat (including a 70" Samsung LCD TV) — I finally found a reasonably-priced kettle with a flat element, a water level indicator, and the ability to boil as little2 as just one cup's worth.
Has the jury...
... reached its verdict? Yes... Ms Lawrence is a remarkably good actress. And her performance in this tale would merit an 'Oscar' if the Academy ever got its collective snout out of the big-budget crap that passes for entertainment these days.
It's a spare but powerful story filled with glowering, quiet menace and imbued with more than a few hints of "something nasty in the woodshed", all set in the Ozarks among an extended family that has no time or respect for the law but what you might describe as their own, far-from-quaint, country way of going about things. It's a whole different world. And not one I would wish to know, let alone live in, or anywhere near.
Slices of Pi
I shall be swapping my Raspberry Pi and its dinky case tomorrow for one of Brian's two units. I've decided I prefer the "open air" case (which lets the thing run several degrees cooler) and Brian's rather taken with the extra dinkiness of the smaller, more enclosed case that he got for me. So all we have to do is not swap the SD cards3 over, and the exchange is done.