Well, here I am,
grounded temporarily by having to wait for my mobile phone to charge. And confounded in this by constantly needing to use it, therefore defeating the progress of the electrons. In any case it has taken up residence in bastardland these days, in that unique way these things do. The battery level indicator now bears little relation to the actual state of charge. Fortunately it's that time again, and Vodafone will likely give me another in an hour or so when I drop by. They want my contract renewed, they have to bribe me. It's (mostly) all good.
In other tech news, the Telecaster I was awaiting turned out to be nothing special, so I politely declined. I remain enmeshed in Strat evaluation and modification in any case, and I have a new Fender valve amp which sounds great.
My Apple Mac is, I have decided, bollocks. And slow bollocks at that. I am using it for jobbing audio work, but it doesn't seem likely to ever win a place in my heart as my main desktop system. XP is still by far the best thing for that.
I now have one and a half working bicycles out of three, so my range is a bit expanded. My enjoyment vastly more so.
Cool cat pics are up on Flickr. Link at right.
Epic stuggles with band mailing list of a couple of hundred-odd addresses are nearly over, after a log hard fight. I don't know whether to blame Thunderbird or the massed mail servers of the web for my troubles. I don't think many of the replies I got back from dead, suspended or otherwise bolloxed addresses told me anything in the least bit useful, but there you are. I was particularly irked when Thunderbird's reaction to any attempt to send out our updates to a large list including one or more dud addresses was to hang about for ages and then pop up a dialogue saying "SMTP server not responding". Possibly this is what happens when the one mail goes to loads of recipients under these circumstances, but it doesn't help me know which addresses are dud. And it turned a ten minute chore into an eight hour struggle. And dead accounts, eh? Surely as a clued-up person one's last task before changing providers or addresses would be to send a mail saying "don't bother with this anymore" to everyone in one's address book. It's not rocket science, is it? Just common courtesy.
Off to town. They have sandwich shops and record shops and phone shops. I'm there.
Why am I not in Belgium and Holland?
In other tech news, the Telecaster I was awaiting turned out to be nothing special, so I politely declined. I remain enmeshed in Strat evaluation and modification in any case, and I have a new Fender valve amp which sounds great.
My Apple Mac is, I have decided, bollocks. And slow bollocks at that. I am using it for jobbing audio work, but it doesn't seem likely to ever win a place in my heart as my main desktop system. XP is still by far the best thing for that.
I now have one and a half working bicycles out of three, so my range is a bit expanded. My enjoyment vastly more so.
Cool cat pics are up on Flickr. Link at right.
Epic stuggles with band mailing list of a couple of hundred-odd addresses are nearly over, after a log hard fight. I don't know whether to blame Thunderbird or the massed mail servers of the web for my troubles. I don't think many of the replies I got back from dead, suspended or otherwise bolloxed addresses told me anything in the least bit useful, but there you are. I was particularly irked when Thunderbird's reaction to any attempt to send out our updates to a large list including one or more dud addresses was to hang about for ages and then pop up a dialogue saying "SMTP server not responding". Possibly this is what happens when the one mail goes to loads of recipients under these circumstances, but it doesn't help me know which addresses are dud. And it turned a ten minute chore into an eight hour struggle. And dead accounts, eh? Surely as a clued-up person one's last task before changing providers or addresses would be to send a mail saying "don't bother with this anymore" to everyone in one's address book. It's not rocket science, is it? Just common courtesy.
Off to town. They have sandwich shops and record shops and phone shops. I'm there.
Why am I not in Belgium and Holland?
posted by Jim at 9:54 am
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