Meet the new boss, same as the old boss

On Sunday night I wrestled my scanner into place, plugged it all in, tested the connections and then spent ca reasonable amount of time swearing as the computer refused to find any of the drivers and such. They were all there before the move, but upgrading to Windows XP seems to have retained the application on the machine, but lost the link between the application and the scanner.

Not the most useful state of affairs.

A quick search with windows explorer suggested that the driver itself was missing, though the rest of the application was present.

Hurrah.

So, a few minutes of messing around on the web, I locate and download the driver. Easy-peasy.

Except that it steadfastly refused to install until I had uninstalled the previous, non-existent driver. This is the point when the entire affair descends into inward-spiralling logic loops and cursing. And as usual, this all happens around midnight, so the old temper is not at its best.

Harrumpf.

Anyway, the bugger's working. I sent a couple of scanned documents to Play.com proving that I never received my Stargate DVDs and they have put a new one in the post. That will probably get lost, too.

I forgot to check the size of the signature scan, so their mailbox would have been clogged with an 11 meg jpeg. That cheered me up no end.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss

On Sunday night I wrestled my scanner into place, plugged it all in, tested the connections and then spent ca reasonable amount of time swearing as the computer refused to find any of the drivers and such. They were all there before the move, but upgrading to Windows XP seems to have retained the application on the machine, but lost the link between the application and the scanner.

Not the most useful state of affairs.

A quick search with windows explorer suggested that the driver itself was missing, though the rest of the application was present.

Hurrah.

So, a few minutes of messing around on the web, I locate and download the driver. Easy-peasy.

Except that it steadfastly refused to install until I had uninstalled the previous, non-existent driver. This is the point when the entire affair descends into inward-spiralling logic loops and cursing. And as usual, this all happens around midnight, so the old temper is not at its best.

Harrumpf.

Anyway, the bugger's working. I sent a couple of scanned documents to Play.com proving that I never received my Stargate DVDs and they have put a new one in the post. That will probably get lost, too.

I forgot to check the size of the signature scan, so their mailbox would have been clogged with an 11 meg jpeg. That cheered me up no end.

Request

Does any one of you good people have a copy of Garbage's Number One Crush¹ in MP3 format, and if you do, could I scrounge an emailed copy, please, please, pretty please?

¹Used as the theme song to Sky One's Hex

Request

Does any one of you good people have a copy of Garbage's Number One Crush¹ in MP3 format, and if you do, could I scrounge an emailed copy, please, please, pretty please?

¹Used as the theme song to Sky One's Hex

Not a meme

It's terrible. I listed all the bands/solo artists I've ever seen perform to see how it measured up to the 30 bands meme thing that's going around. By adding three pub bands and one tribute band, I can make the list up to fifteen. I have seen more, but they were even more obscure pub bands whose names I can no longer remember, if ever I did. I have a nagging feeling that there is a 'name' band that I saw sometime in the late 70s or early 80s and have forgotten to list them. Clearly a great gig, then.

Hall & Oates
Paul McCartney
Jane Siberry (4)
21st Century Schizoid Band (3)
Kevin Ayers
Deaf School (2)
The Darts (2)
Dire Straits
Judie Tzuke
Mighty Joe Young
Buddy Guy
Johnny and the Icebergs
Supercharge
The Groove
Regenesis

I saw a whole heap of bands at the old Lafayette in Wolverhampton, but after all this time, The Darts are the only one I can put a name to. Too much expensive, warm lager and stuff, combined with standing too (painfully) close to very loud stacks, combined with the passage of time, has robbed me of any clear memory of most of these acts. This is probably a mercy, upon reflection. I can recall enough to realise that I was probably about two gigs from going deaf at one point, but since then the old lugs seem to have picked up quite well.

I took a sabbatical from gigs in the late 70s because:

a) I wasn't a great fan of punk,
b) I generally dislike being gobbed on by the band and the crowd, and
c) I dislike paying to get gobbed on by the band and the crowd¹.

These days, the bands I'd like to see are either dead, split up, don't tour in the UK, or are prohibitively expensive - this last being the reason why my interest in May's Cream reunion died a-birthing. Seventy-five quid? I think not.

Bloody hell. This has got me thinking about theatre and stuff, and how I used to toddle off to the RSC every couple of months, and take in a few plays here and there, reasonably regularly. I haven't done any of that for years, either.

I am getting old before my time…

I am stopping now before I depress myself, as I am actually feeling quite chipper.

¹ Admittedly b) and c) are almost the same observation, but I thought it important to note the parting with cash for the privilege in some cases should receive due note.

Not a meme

It's terrible. I listed all the bands/solo artists I've ever seen perform to see how it measured up to the 30 bands meme thing that's going around. By adding three pub bands and one tribute band, I can make the list up to fifteen. I have seen more, but they were even more obscure pub bands whose names I can no longer remember, if ever I did. I have a nagging feeling that there is a 'name' band that I saw sometime in the late 70s or early 80s and have forgotten to list them. Clearly a great gig, then.

Hall & Oates
Paul McCartney
Jane Siberry (4)
21st Century Schizoid Band (3)
Kevin Ayers
Deaf School (2)
The Darts (2)
Dire Straits
Judie Tzuke
Mighty Joe Young
Buddy Guy
Johnny and the Icebergs
Supercharge
The Groove
Regenesis

I saw a whole heap of bands at the old Lafayette in Wolverhampton, but after all this time, The Darts are the only one I can put a name to. Too much expensive, warm lager and stuff, combined with standing too (painfully) close to very loud stacks, combined with the passage of time, has robbed me of any clear memory of most of these acts. This is probably a mercy, upon reflection. I can recall enough to realise that I was probably about two gigs from going deaf at one point, but since then the old lugs seem to have picked up quite well.

I took a sabbatical from gigs in the late 70s because:

a) I wasn't a great fan of punk,
b) I generally dislike being gobbed on by the band and the crowd, and
c) I dislike paying to get gobbed on by the band and the crowd¹.

These days, the bands I'd like to see are either dead, split up, don't tour in the UK, or are prohibitively expensive - this last being the reason why my interest in May's Cream reunion died a-birthing. Seventy-five quid? I think not.

Bloody hell. This has got me thinking about theatre and stuff, and how I used to toddle off to the RSC every couple of months, and take in a few plays here and there, reasonably regularly. I haven't done any of that for years, either.

I am getting old before my time…

I am stopping now before I depress myself, as I am actually feeling quite chipper.

¹ Admittedly b) and c) are almost the same observation, but I thought it important to note the parting with cash for the privilege in some cases should receive due note.