Distracted

[caddyman]

Beguiled as I have been, by the potential of these various applications I now have, I have managed to waste an entire evening - part of it by nattering, not necessarily profitably, with romney and boroshan. We three are Skyped to the max and decided to try out the conference function. We are clearly not used to the software, yet.

As long as any two of us were online, it all worked as advertised, but three seems to be pushing it - which is a bore since that's why we were using the bugger in the first place. With no change in settings from me, it appears that my microphone just got quieter and quieter over the evening, whilst boroshan would move from very clear to sounding like he was talking from inside a full aquarium in Timbuktu, an effect at times, not unlike the Aquaphibians from Gerry Anderson's oldie but goldie, Stingray.

Clearly we have some further refinements to make before this all works quite the way we envisaged. Not least the inter-person protocols. At one point, much to the consternation of the software and the participants, we all tried to dial each other up at the same time.

Hilarity ensued. Only as in not funny. Oh well.

Tomorrow night, I shall not be logging in on any communications variant, as I really want to get some more writing done, and I am still finding it difficult to get a flow going. All this fancy comms tech is just getting in the way, right now, so surf silent, surf deep and alert no-one to your online presence is the motto for Wednesday. Maybe that way I can write more than one and a half sentences in two hours.

Comments

Aquaphibians!

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

I always LOVED the aquaphibians. They spoke like their faces were immersed in a bowl of water, their heads wobbled when they talked and got annoyed, and they drove those utterly ROCKIN' Mechanical Fish. I always thought that if Gerry Anderson could think up a great word like aquaphibian, he could have named their sumbarines something better than that. I also liked the way the mechanical fish's mouth would drop open to let the torpedoes out, and the torps always had a great sound effect, which we could impersonate when playing "Stingray" in the yard at infants' school.

I also found 'Phones Sheridan a much more interesting character than boring old Troy Tempest. It was a shame for Commander Shore's daughter, the all-American girl Atlanta, that Troy was clearly captivated by Marina, whose advantage was that she was silent, beautiful and mysterious.

And "Thunderbirds" was even better.

Marina, Aqua Marina

[romney.livejournal.com]

Mmm, Marina.

Smells like fish, tastes like chicken...