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Since I can't think of anything exciting that's happened to me this weekend, I thought I'd nab thomryng's meme.


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(no subject)

Since I can't think of anything exciting that's happened to me this weekend, I thought I'd nab thomryng's meme.


( Thet thar meme )

Bastard Microsquash

There's nothing like a blue screen, courtesy Mr Gates and his impatient code writers.

I have spent a goodly portion of this evening converting CDs to MP3 and saving them on my shiny new MP3 Jukebox with its spiffy 20gig HD.

At some point in the near future I shall have more music on that device than any sane body should really require to be portable.

You may have realised that I am rather attached to the cheery little thing. A little heavier than a CD Walkman, but no need to hump anything else around and it takes up to 400 CDs, although I suspect that I'll manage considerably less as I'm using a low compression to keep CD quality.

So, having copied across most of my King Crimson collection, I decided to stick something else on it. Variety being the spice of life and all that sort of thing. So there's a wad of Beatles and Beatles' solo stuff on there now. Plus, for reasons I can't explain, the Best of the Fine Young Cannibals. Tomorrow I shall stuff some more general rock and then something just plain poppy. And If I have time, a touch of Bach and Vivaldi.

Anyway, although this can all be achieved at the same time as doing other things - both my PC and I are able to multitask, though it's much better at it than am I - it is still a fair investment in time and effort to record and transfer that much music. Even at 5-6x speed.

So when the blue screen appeared and announced the failure of the I Drive (ie the Jukebox) I nearly had a heart attack. There's real money invested in the little bugger, plus time and portable music aspirations.

Still, not too bad in the end. After the initial panic had worn off I realised that this was just nature's way of telling me to charge the batteries, If I'd be so good, thank you very much.

Of course, that's no problem, and I am both listening to and charging it as I type.

But the real point is, of course, bastard Microsoft. Windows 98 couldn't inform me quietly that the Jukebox was inacessible, could it? Oh no. It had to blue screen me, and crash the entire PC.

I'm told that XP is actually better at this sort of thing, but I am really quite loath to push more Shiny Shillings Mr Gates' way for what is just the latest version of his beta work in progress. So.

Bastard Microsoft.

I am seriously tempted to investigate the mysteries of Linux.

One more time for the blood pressure: Bastard Microsoft.

I feel better now.

Good night, gentle reader, goodnight.

Bastard Microsquash

There's nothing like a blue screen, courtesy Mr Gates and his impatient code writers.

I have spent a goodly portion of this evening converting CDs to MP3 and saving them on my shiny new MP3 Jukebox with its spiffy 20gig HD.

At some point in the near future I shall have more music on that device than any sane body should really require to be portable.

You may have realised that I am rather attached to the cheery little thing. A little heavier than a CD Walkman, but no need to hump anything else around and it takes up to 400 CDs, although I suspect that I'll manage considerably less as I'm using a low compression to keep CD quality.

So, having copied across most of my King Crimson collection, I decided to stick something else on it. Variety being the spice of life and all that sort of thing. So there's a wad of Beatles and Beatles' solo stuff on there now. Plus, for reasons I can't explain, the Best of the Fine Young Cannibals. Tomorrow I shall stuff some more general rock and then something just plain poppy. And If I have time, a touch of Bach and Vivaldi.

Anyway, although this can all be achieved at the same time as doing other things - both my PC and I are able to multitask, though it's much better at it than am I - it is still a fair investment in time and effort to record and transfer that much music. Even at 5-6x speed.

So when the blue screen appeared and announced the failure of the I Drive (ie the Jukebox) I nearly had a heart attack. There's real money invested in the little bugger, plus time and portable music aspirations.

Still, not too bad in the end. After the initial panic had worn off I realised that this was just nature's way of telling me to charge the batteries, If I'd be so good, thank you very much.

Of course, that's no problem, and I am both listening to and charging it as I type.

But the real point is, of course, bastard Microsoft. Windows 98 couldn't inform me quietly that the Jukebox was inacessible, could it? Oh no. It had to blue screen me, and crash the entire PC.

I'm told that XP is actually better at this sort of thing, but I am really quite loath to push more Shiny Shillings Mr Gates' way for what is just the latest version of his beta work in progress. So.

Bastard Microsoft.

I am seriously tempted to investigate the mysteries of Linux.

One more time for the blood pressure: Bastard Microsoft.

I feel better now.

Good night, gentle reader, goodnight.