2014 — 19 March: Wednesday
Happy birthdays1 to my favourite son and cousin who are separated by a mere 28 years on this not-yet-sunny morning.
There's a walk...
... visible in the crystal ball this morning, but not before the supplies shopping I indolently opted not to do yesterday. And would absolutely have to do tomorrow. See what I meant yesterday about planning?
I suspect...
... the apposite phrase here...
... is either my traditional "Good grief" or perhaps the more modern yoofspeak variant "OMG".
While the one here...
... probably isn't "Praise the Lord!"
Meanwhile, here's a...
... cogent analysis that explains why I gave up reading music magazines. More than a few bars ago. Source and snippet:
I've just spent a very depressing afternoon looking through the leading music periodicals. And what did I learn? Pretty much what I expected. I found out what the chart-topping musicians are wearing (or, in many instances, not wearing). I got updates on their love life, and learned whose marriages are on the rocks. I read updates on the legal proceedings of the rich and famous. I got insights into the food preferences and travel routines of megastars. And I read some reviews of albums, and got told by "critics" (I use that term loosely) that they were "badass," "hot," "sexy," "tripped-out," and "freaky."
I have no...
... problem pondering Hair Color (sic) in France, but feel I should really draw the line at Byzantine Generals and their Problem before breakfast.
What makes me...
... suspect Win8.1 Pro has a blind spot with respect to the MP3 files on my Synology NAS, do you suppose? Well, the fact that I have only a 3TB RAID 1 pair of drives stuffed into it is a bit of a giveaway:
Supplies shopping accomplished, by the way, and just a snack to pack before I set off for my walkies.
And, some 40 miles later...
... not counting the six or so of our elevated dry-footed route, I can confirm that (a) Bramdean is no longer flooded and (b) that the various new packages and options offered by the latest firmware update to my NAS (that I, perhaps unwisely, applied just before leaving the house) can just be ignored leaving it as a 'simple' NAS as before. Why I should wish to serve my collection of audio files, video files, and digital photos to the Interweb — let alone, why Synology thinks I'd want to — bemuses me slightly.
I've been led to believe there are several popular file-sharing social network type things already well-established for that sort of thing. Which isn't really my sort of thing. I mean, do I really seem like the sort of chap to get up and start dancing with this garish-looking crowd?
Luddite, me. Through and through dyed-in-the-wool Luddite. Besides, the under-powered little box is burning 23% CPU and 22% memory just sitting on one of my shelves and breathing (as it were) while spinning those two WD Red 3TB hard drives. It's only got a tiddly little engine in it, running some variety of Linux.
The digital leprechauns...
... who 'man' the virtual shelves of Google's Play Store over in Ireland have just sold me a download of Elbow's latest album as a set of 320kbps fixed rate MP3s for the not unreasonable price of £4-99 so — having just nipped back out to the car to retrieve the pack of "Jasmine with flowers" tea I'd stuffed into the glove box (gloves being the only thing that never get stuffed in there, oddly enough) when Mike passed it over to me this morning — I shall now sip and chill, if one can sip hot tea and chill at the same time.
And, if one can't, one jolly well should be able to.