2014 — 17 September: Wednesday
And back to an early start this morning1 after a late evening alternating between Cringely's new book (which I more or less fell asleep over) and various music tracks hoisted off my NAS after I'd let BlackBeast off any further computing duties for the night. I also watched "The Longest Week" and am now left wondering how it could honestly be described as "Stylish, sharp, stunning" when (frankly) it was more than a little banal.
Still, at least the Oppo's beta firmware behaved itself. [Pause] Having chucked out the rest of my latest crockpot creation, I also need to refill Mother Hubbard's cupboard somewhat sooner than planned. But the tum has quietened down, which is a Good Thing. And the microSD card for my new Tablet PC has still yet to show up, dagnabbit.
However, just wait...
... for six hours, and see what turns up. The wish is (eventually) father to the thought, or some such. Huge, it ain't — this graphic is more than twice life size:
... yet it had a huge van to carry it. Of course, it needed reformatting from exFAT to NTFS, too. Fine. A process that reduces the available space by a faintly boggling 5GB. But even that simple task turned out to involve a quick drive across the village to use Brian's Poundland special USB to SD card dongle, since my much fancier multi-card powered device2 flatly refused to play nice under Win8.1Pro.
DPD's delivery of the microSD card was followed, within less than two minutes, by Mr Postie bearing these two snippets of entertainment:
And — now that I think about it — there's been a spot of easy-on-the-tum toast and roast chicken for lunch somewhere in there, too. Plus tea. Tea's always good. And a peach. And a choccie biccie. Or two.
[Pause]
Now why would a...
... programmer sit down to write an Android App (let's call it "QuickPic") that cannot see and display data held on my dinky 'auxiliary' microSD card, when that same App if invoked via another App (let's call it "ES File Explorer") can then see and display that data? What am I missing?
The second half...
... of Cringely's book seems to consist of text he's hoovered up from comments to various of his blog entries. Many of them apparently made by IBMers. I must say, reading them is both depressing and inducing an acute sense of déjà vu from the first half of 1991 around one of those mythical IBM water coolers. I can only take so much at any one sitting.
And one further sitting was all it took to finish "Big Bang Theory", too. Most enjoyable, and I'm delighted to find its high standards effortlessly (or, seemingly effortlessly) maintained. Some of my chums don't enjoy this show, but I really don't understand why not.