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It should be two separate posts, really
Wednesday, March 27th, 2013 10:39 amI was quite pleased today to see for the first time in many months, Mr Longshanks Short-Trolley, walk past the Gin Palace as I was locking the door on my way out.
I may have mentioned him before, but not recently, that’s for sure.
In a neighbourhood that suffers a lack of local eccentrics, something I dearly miss about Whetstone and the commute down the Northern Line, Mr Short-Trolley stands out from the crowd. He is, I guess, about 6’5” tall and very wiry. He always wears trousers that were clearly made to be worn by someone at least four inches shorter. And he always wears pale socks that fail to match anything else he’s wearing. He is a veritable paragon of the Anti-fashion League.
Intriguingly he always walks very fast, too. Not quite like a speed walker, but certainly not quite like someone taking long, fast strides. It’s almost as though he is clasping a very slippery grape between his buttocks and has been told not to drop it.
I haven’t seen the only other chap that is vaguely interesting fir some time, either. It may be the cold weather. He is quite different: shorter, stockier and almost ginger-haired. What makes him interesting is that regardless of the weather, he likes to wear what appear to be cargo shorts and sturdy walking boots. He also has his hair cropped very short and into a style that makes it look as though he is wearing a toupee, though it clearly is his own barnet. And dark sunglasses. He does like his dark sunglasses. All he really needs is a big fat cigar. I think he could carry that look.
In other news, my home PC is dead. I can resuscitate it briefly in safe mode and am coaxing data from it onto a flash drive, but even that stalls after a while and I have to put it back into a coma. I was going to buy a new computer anyway, but it is now no longer simply a distant wish. I can get by without for a while – I have my iPad , Nexus7 and iPhone for intarweb access etc, but for all the fun I can derive from those, I still like a PC for extended browsing – not least because of the proper, old fashioned multiple windows/applications that are imperfectly emulated on tablets.
Plus, I can’t play Warcraft right now. Well, I can if I use Furtle’s PC, but I’m rather stuck if she wants to do anything. Plus the set up on hers is different.
The trouble is, buying new computers is somehow harder than I remember. Especially as the one I’ve seen that I like comes with Windows 8 and I would rather have Windows 7. I don’t want a PC operating system that is designed for phones and tablets rather than a PC, no matter how pretty it is. Plus I don’t want it broadcasting all my data where and how it chooses at whim, which is what tablet/smartphone operating systems and interfaces are wont to do by default these days.
Which is ironic, I guess, because I may store future back ups of some data on Google Cloud, if I can be persuaded that it truly is secure.
I may have mentioned him before, but not recently, that’s for sure.
In a neighbourhood that suffers a lack of local eccentrics, something I dearly miss about Whetstone and the commute down the Northern Line, Mr Short-Trolley stands out from the crowd. He is, I guess, about 6’5” tall and very wiry. He always wears trousers that were clearly made to be worn by someone at least four inches shorter. And he always wears pale socks that fail to match anything else he’s wearing. He is a veritable paragon of the Anti-fashion League.
Intriguingly he always walks very fast, too. Not quite like a speed walker, but certainly not quite like someone taking long, fast strides. It’s almost as though he is clasping a very slippery grape between his buttocks and has been told not to drop it.
I haven’t seen the only other chap that is vaguely interesting fir some time, either. It may be the cold weather. He is quite different: shorter, stockier and almost ginger-haired. What makes him interesting is that regardless of the weather, he likes to wear what appear to be cargo shorts and sturdy walking boots. He also has his hair cropped very short and into a style that makes it look as though he is wearing a toupee, though it clearly is his own barnet. And dark sunglasses. He does like his dark sunglasses. All he really needs is a big fat cigar. I think he could carry that look.
In other news, my home PC is dead. I can resuscitate it briefly in safe mode and am coaxing data from it onto a flash drive, but even that stalls after a while and I have to put it back into a coma. I was going to buy a new computer anyway, but it is now no longer simply a distant wish. I can get by without for a while – I have my iPad , Nexus7 and iPhone for intarweb access etc, but for all the fun I can derive from those, I still like a PC for extended browsing – not least because of the proper, old fashioned multiple windows/applications that are imperfectly emulated on tablets.
Plus, I can’t play Warcraft right now. Well, I can if I use Furtle’s PC, but I’m rather stuck if she wants to do anything. Plus the set up on hers is different.
The trouble is, buying new computers is somehow harder than I remember. Especially as the one I’ve seen that I like comes with Windows 8 and I would rather have Windows 7. I don’t want a PC operating system that is designed for phones and tablets rather than a PC, no matter how pretty it is. Plus I don’t want it broadcasting all my data where and how it chooses at whim, which is what tablet/smartphone operating systems and interfaces are wont to do by default these days.
Which is ironic, I guess, because I may store future back ups of some data on Google Cloud, if I can be persuaded that it truly is secure.