2013 — 30 July: Tuesday
Start the day as you mean to continue.1 To that end, I've just upgraded the WinSCP tool that makes remote server life so much easier. Now I can give my cuppa my full concentration while I browse a couple of web watering holes. The latest Ubuntu newsletter is insufficient nourishment on its own. And it's raining.
The chaps in CD Universe...
... who keep trying to feed one of my habits are now suggesting I ought to try (they mean "buy", of course) a new crime TV show called Banshee which sounds like some high-paced variant of that lovely film "Witness". It's from the "True Blood" stable:
[It] charts the twists and turns that follow Lucas Hood, an ex-convict who improbably becomes sheriff of a rural, Amish-area town while searching for a woman he last saw 15 years ago, when he gave himself up to police to let her escape after a jewel heist. Living in Banshee under an assumed name, Carrie Hopewell is now married to the local DA, has two children (one of whom may be Lucas'), and is trying desperately to keep a low profile... Complicating matters is the fact that Banshee is riddled by corruption, with an Amish overlord, Kai Proctor, brutally building a local empire of drugs, gambling and graft.
An everyday story of country folk, it ain't. Still, a score of 7.9 on IMDB already...
Today's packed schedule...
... includes some supplies gathering, some media exchange with Brian (who enjoyed "Untouchable", I was pleased to hear), and possibly even some further delving into the deeper mysteries of Android. Inter alia. Now that Win8Pro has finished driving my main data drive to distraction (or 100%, which amounts to the same thing) BlackBeast is once more reasonably responsive.2 I've also kindly been offered a "borrow" of a super-duper graphics card (an "old" NVidia 570) in the wake of a chum's upgrade. He assures me "It's not cutting edge but it would certainly push your Windoze experience score above whatever the passively cooled card produces."
Who needs the heat?
It's weird...
... how quickly Time passes when you get wrapped up in something. Suddenly, it's 18:30 and all I've been doing (or, certainly, all I've "accomplished") is the shovelling of some digital data (quite a few bits, admittedly) from hither to yon. "Yon" in this case being the Synology NAS. All this to the accompaniment (I now realise) of at least three complete Late Junction shows that have been playing unattended3 from the WD Live TV media streamer. But now my evening meal demands some attention.
I've once more studied the map Ian made for me long ago on how to approach his place from the West. I live in hope of one day returning successfully via Alton. We shall see. Christa managed to keep maps in her head, somehow. Not a trick I've mastered.
Well, I may not...
... be able to use my fancy new smartphone for, erm, making phonecalls (what with the almost total lack of usable signal coverage hereabouts) but it does burble delightedly to itself (and me, if I'm in the same room) whenever an email arrives. Quite puts the Android Tablet to shame.