2016 — 24 January: Sunday
It's still too dark1 to assess the weather, but it's certainly milder. Sleep has fled wherever it is that sleep flees. It must therefore be time for my morning cuppa. Creature of habit, that's me.
And, as is my habit these days, I shall take a further run at the Kodification of a bunch of video titles before I lose the will to live. Where's the harm in that? Here's the latest quintet of titles I've just added:
Quite an interesting batch. The Verhoeven ("Black Book"), for example, was the only DVD that Christa ever sat and watched all the documentary extras with me. She found it fascinating and repellent in equal measure.
Why...
... does it require a host country to host the Olympics before stepping up measures against the latest nasty little virus to hitch a ride on the humble mosquito?
For reasons...
... I feel no compulsion to explore, I've been sent (or should I say "scent"?) an interesting link from which I've extracted this smelly snippet:
An aroma that has had much more research carried out around it, however, is that of old books. There's a reason for this, as it's been investigated as a potential method for assessing the condition of old books, by monitoring the concentrations of different organic compounds that they give off. As a result, we can be a little more certain on some of the many compounds that contribute to the smell.
The Guilty Party knows who he is. And I mentioned the "wonderfully evocative pulp paperback2 smell" nine years ago :-)
I don't doubt...
... there's a perfectly rational reason for the way Kodi, when its window is moved across to display on the 60" Kuro plasma screen, can be maximised, but — if then toggled by the "\" character into "full screen mode" — promptly leaps back across to the main PC screen. And then has nothing handy by which it can be grabbed or nudged back on to the Kuro.
An untried test case, perhaps? :-)
People who...
... walk across glass bridges shouldn't crack jokes. (Link.)
It was bad enough...
... to learn, quite some years ago, that John Schlesinger 'faked' some of the footage of the lost child passenger in that 1961 classic "Terminus". Now I'm being told just how much of the 1936 "Night Mail" was also faked and reconstructed. Sacre bleu!