2015 — 21 March: Saturday
Well, that's very annoying. I've just had an email to an old chum bounced:
Your access to this mail system has been rejected due to the sending MTA's poor reputation. If you believe that this failure is in error, please contact the intended recipient via alternate means.
Am I the sending MTA?1 Or does Talk Talk (at the other end of this particular attempt) mean Google Mail? As for "alternate means", why the hell do they think I was using email? Grrr. Where did I put my last carrier pigeon?
Crikey
I see the Pope has just said executions are inhumane. Try telling that to the Spanish Inquisition. And this is surely the world's largest monument to failure, so far at least.
Enturbulating lingo?
Hafta say, that was a new one on me. Though I spluttered with delight at the picture of an old SF pulp author wielding his quill pen. (Link.)
On related lines, I was only very recently tipped off (thanks, Len) to the existence of a sequel to one of my personal "Top 5" SF short stories — "The Ruum" by Arthur Porges (the chap who wrote "The Fly"). Two "print on demand" collections of his work are now out for delivery if Amazon's email of mere minutes ago can be believed. (At least they don't think I have a poor rep.)
My minimised...
... application windows are enturbulated. They certainly minimise, providing "minimise" means "disappear without trace". I refuse to worry about this. After all, who said free software was necessarily free of bugs? Besides, with my six virtual deskspaces, what possible need have I to minimise? Meanwhile, breakfast over, I suppose I'd better refresh myself on the niceties of the Probate process.
Flattering though it is...
... to be considered one of Toyota's "most valued customers", and thus be on the receiving end of (yet another in) an apparently infinite supply of "exceptional deals", I find yesterday's only slightly stale croissant much more enticing for my "lemonses". I also note, with mild interest, the vastly different way I currently feel about mother's death (from bronchopneumonia, exacerbated by dementia, by the way) at age 98 last week, compared with the way I felt about Dad's death at age 58, forty years ago.
I've just raised a support ticket...
... with Novatech in the hope they will know more about my new motherboard's ability (or otherwise) to use my GTX970 graphics card. They may already be aware of the potential hardware incompatibility. I made abundantly clear my intentions to the 'yoof' who sold me the barebones system2 12 days ago. (12 days? Blimey. A lot seems to have happened since then.) Of course, for the moment, all I actually need is a stable working PC on which I can scan and print documents, handle emails, browse guvmint web sites telling me far more than I feel I ever wanted to know about handling the estates of dead mothers...
...and see this tiny 27" monitor :-)
I won't be watching...
... the upcoming TV debate between the Benighted Kingdom's political leaders. No change there, then. I did quite enjoy the third chunk of "Hunger Games", however, and I think I'm now overdue another blast of "Game of Thrones".
Mr and Mrs Big Bro...
... caught in the act of enjoying the Good Life Downunder two days ago...
... while their Poor Little Bro slaves away3 on their behalf up in the frozen Northern Hemisphere over tedious estate paperwork. Typical!