2013 — 14 September: Saturday

Distinctly chilly this morning.1 Apart from my initial cuppa, of course. Not much of a dawn chorus either, though I gather dawn was 40 minutes ago.

My (perceived) need for speed

The average PC no doubt spends 99% or more of its time spinning its little CPU wheels waiting for its equally average user to actually do something interesting — such as press the next key on the keyboard or even twitch the mouse. Personally, I hate the thought of keeping all those bits sitting idly by, which makes me even more insane when I compound the "problem" by my tendency to over-specify the performance of my systems somewhat. But it still doesn't take me long to become disenchanted, sometimes. And seeing my main data drive running at 100% irritates me.

So how come the whole system feels so sluggish this morning? Guess who forgot to reset the indexing performance back to low-impact after the initial mammoth index rebuilding when I upgraded to Copernic Version 4 last week? Though quite why that program feels it necessary to revisit my entire Firefox web history2 in quite such line by line depth is a matter I shall be consulting Mrs Google about. After breakfast. And another cuppa, or maybe a nice, sour grapefruit.

It may well be "better" than the native Firefox access to that ever-growing file of my webbed life, but I only ever go fossicking in it a few times a week.

Only a...

... true completeist can properly and fully understand the complex mixture of emotions evoked by an error in a database. Think how much richer is that mixture when contending with a string of the things :-(

In one of those malignant coincidences the Universe takes such a perverse delight in, the database in question is the one mentioned exactly two years ago today.

Treats

I've just been promised a pre-birthday meal with Peter and Peter's g/f next month. Better get the Dyson out of retirement if I'm to dodge any more the house is 'boy-clean' comments. They both saw, and both cried at the end of, the new Richard Curtis film. Is that a good sign? [Pause] Just heard, and have now ordered the DVD of, Jazz on a Summer's Day, as I was entranced by Anita O'Day's performance of "Tea for Two". Which reminds me: it's definitely time for tea for one...

Eight episodes of "Suburgatory" and I'm still smiling. It's really quite witty.

  

Footnotes

1  Autumn simply will not be denied.
2  It's quite amusing watching chunks of my browsing history past life flash past in the status window. What did we do before the web came along to entertain and infuriate us?