It feels like Monday...

Poo.

Bad enough that the bank holiday weekend is over, but to have to listen to Five Years Time by Noah and the Whale¹ is just too much. Wogan should know better; he's been broadcasting long enough!

Any road up, for once, both Furtle and I feel as though we've had our money's worth out of the long weekend. I mean it would have been nice if it had been longer - who wouldn't like extra time away from work, but for some reason this weekend actually felt like a long weekend, or rather we seemed to get a lot out of it instead of just rolling in from work on Friday evening and waking up to find that it's time to go back again! All bank holiday weekends should do that, but they don't.

I have to turn my attention now to the FM radio reception in The Carpathia. Back in the Athenaeum Club, particularly in the bedroom and the Tower, FM or AM reception was awful (oddly, downstairs in the kitchen it was fine). When we moved here, it seemed to be OK, and this has led to a different distribution of radios around the place. The digital radio is in the kitchen and the FM radio alarm clock is again in service as a ...er... radio alarm and not just as a clock. The other portable tranny² is here in the computer room. The latter seems to be behaving itself, but the rubbish reception on the radio alarm has resurfaced meaning that I may have to investigate the revisit the rearrangement of radio reception around the place. There is a DAB receiver on the hifi, but I need to fiddle with the aerial and work out how to tune the brute in. Guess who has a) lost the manual and b) is in the first stages of being baffled by technology in the way that dad was after the great betamax/VHS war broke him 30 years ago. There was a time that I should have looked at it as something that would just take a little fiddling, but nowadays the fashion for as few controls as possible means that everything is multifunction and only programmable via variations in morse code entry. This is at the very limit of my ability and well past my patience threshold. I shall tune it and leave it on that station. Anyone wants Planet Rock will have to go to the kitchen.

Ho hum. Better get dressed now, I guess.



¹And shouldn't that be Jonah and the Whale?

²This is is an unabashed 1970s use of the word "tranny". See LJs passim.

It feels like Monday...

Poo.

Bad enough that the bank holiday weekend is over, but to have to listen to Five Years Time by Noah and the Whale¹ is just too much. Wogan should know better; he's been broadcasting long enough!

Any road up, for once, both Furtle and I feel as though we've had our money's worth out of the long weekend. I mean it would have been nice if it had been longer - who wouldn't like extra time away from work, but for some reason this weekend actually felt like a long weekend, or rather we seemed to get a lot out of it instead of just rolling in from work on Friday evening and waking up to find that it's time to go back again! All bank holiday weekends should do that, but they don't.

I have to turn my attention now to the FM radio reception in The Carpathia. Back in the Athenaeum Club, particularly in the bedroom and the Tower, FM or AM reception was awful (oddly, downstairs in the kitchen it was fine). When we moved here, it seemed to be OK, and this has led to a different distribution of radios around the place. The digital radio is in the kitchen and the FM radio alarm clock is again in service as a ...er... radio alarm and not just as a clock. The other portable tranny² is here in the computer room. The latter seems to be behaving itself, but the rubbish reception on the radio alarm has resurfaced meaning that I may have to investigate the revisit the rearrangement of radio reception around the place. There is a DAB receiver on the hifi, but I need to fiddle with the aerial and work out how to tune the brute in. Guess who has a) lost the manual and b) is in the first stages of being baffled by technology in the way that dad was after the great betamax/VHS war broke him 30 years ago. There was a time that I should have looked at it as something that would just take a little fiddling, but nowadays the fashion for as few controls as possible means that everything is multifunction and only programmable via variations in morse code entry. This is at the very limit of my ability and well past my patience threshold. I shall tune it and leave it on that station. Anyone wants Planet Rock will have to go to the kitchen.

Ho hum. Better get dressed now, I guess.



¹And shouldn't that be Jonah and the Whale?

²This is is an unabashed 1970s use of the word "tranny". See LJs passim.

on the box

Tonight, for the first time in months, I find myself likely to be watching telly on a Tuesday night while Furtle is on a Warcrack raid. She will be using my PC as it is rather faster than her Mac (I am hoping that Glyn, who built mine is on holiday and not just avoiding me, as we would like him to build a new machine for her), which means that I shall be free for televisual entertainment.

I can’t play Civ on her machine and I don’t think that my laptop is powerful enough. I doubt that there will be anything on the interweb that I want to do, so a non-computer evening it shall be.

Tuesday night is hardly spectacular on UK TV channels, but I may watch the Sunglasses of Justice¹ on Five at 9pm, which might be fun. We used to watch it quite a lot in the Athenaeum Club but several weeks without TV reception meant that we just got used to watching DVDs or doing something else. Of course, as luck would have it, Tim Burton’s Batman, featuring Jack Nicholson’s take on the Joker starts at 9 on Film Four. I thought about it, but I have that on VHS and have seen it more than once, so a visit to Miami Dade is probably in order.

Or a DVD; I could watch a DVD.


¹Don’t say you do not know what this is! (Hawaii Five-O for the MTV generation)

on the box

Tonight, for the first time in months, I find myself likely to be watching telly on a Tuesday night while Furtle is on a Warcrack raid. She will be using my PC as it is rather faster than her Mac (I am hoping that Glyn, who built mine is on holiday and not just avoiding me, as we would like him to build a new machine for her), which means that I shall be free for televisual entertainment.

I can’t play Civ on her machine and I don’t think that my laptop is powerful enough. I doubt that there will be anything on the interweb that I want to do, so a non-computer evening it shall be.

Tuesday night is hardly spectacular on UK TV channels, but I may watch the Sunglasses of Justice¹ on Five at 9pm, which might be fun. We used to watch it quite a lot in the Athenaeum Club but several weeks without TV reception meant that we just got used to watching DVDs or doing something else. Of course, as luck would have it, Tim Burton’s Batman, featuring Jack Nicholson’s take on the Joker starts at 9 on Film Four. I thought about it, but I have that on VHS and have seen it more than once, so a visit to Miami Dade is probably in order.

Or a DVD; I could watch a DVD.


¹Don’t say you do not know what this is! (Hawaii Five-O for the MTV generation)