2014 — 19 May: Monday
I have been procrastinating1 for long enough. This morning, therefore, will see some quality slicing and dicing action. Better wake up fully first, though. Sharp knives don't mix well with dull senses.
This pictorial...
... re-interpretation of an ecological parable from Art Buchwald by Alana Karsch was new to me, at least. (Link.)
I thoroughly enjoyed Saturday's "Margarita", by the way. A well-made, low-budget gem of a character piece.
[Pause]
Crockpot safely stuffed and set to "stun".
How can it be...
... precisely four years since I toted my first 19 storage cartons of books offsite to prepare for the grand central heating upheavals? You know what? Perhaps it really is about time I buckled down to clearing out the cartons still blocking access to Christa's wardrobes. That, after all, is what's keeping me from clearing out the wardrobes! I'm very good at procrastination.
Meanwhile, having heard...
... part of one movement of one of Bach's Trio Sonatas — BWV529 — I now seem to have acquired a set of same. Harpsichord and recorder rather than the more usual organ. Nice. I could certainly never make a recorder sound that good. (Marion Verbruggen and Mitzi Myerson manage it.)
At 24.8C mid-afternoon, I think I'm prepared to accept the proposition that late Spring may have arrived. Briefly. It's nice. What would be even nicer would be a bit of consistency in the behaviour of Windows Explorer when it comes to deleting files and the apparently inevitable "Thumbs.db" that tends to accompany them. Sometimes, if I sneak up on them, I can delete them. Sometimes not. I've even been drawn to taking a poke at Robocopy. (Though what I really want is the equivalent Robodelete.)
Quite why a robust file copy tool needs a default value of 1,000,000 retries speaks volumes, it seems to me, about the underlying and myriad fragilities of this blasted OS.
Because I could...
... which, I grant you, can be an unwise policy in the wonderful world of Windows, I allowed AMD to bung its "Gaming Evolved" App into the mix while I was updating the graphics drivers for my Sapphire Radeon card and the Catalyst Control Center (sic). It's been nearly six months since I last bothered to check for updates; not surprisingly, things have moved on. I was amused when this new App scanned my system for games, and bemused when it asserted I had two friends online. News to me, in so many senses of the word.
Still, I now have a handy one-click button to update drivers in future. I don't really ask much of my graphics card, to be honest. And its rock-solid desktop display on my twin 24" Dells looks fine to me.
I've been reading...
... the somewhat expanded version of last Saturday's article by Linda Grant in its "Kindle Single" edition:
A few writers still compose longhand, but I don't know any; mostly we're staring at the empty space of Word for Mac or that convoluted writers' software, Scrivener.
Glad it's not just me. Scrivener's learning curve (for the casual user) is a bit like the unassailable cliff in "The Guns of Navarone" or (for younger readers) the Cliffs of Insanity in "The Princess Bride".
My apologies...
... for the intermittent unavailability of 'molehole' today. The Texan server appears to be feeling under the weather. There may be something in the water. My AnyDVD has just popped up with an error dump they want me to send to them. That will teach me to update a working system. I would be less miffed had there been a DVD loaded at the time.
Still, at least my evening crockpot was delicious.
This...
... is none too clever, either:
And now...
... my online bank is getting in on the (in)action:
