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Yes, right there on page 1 of the Denver Post:

“The black box has a bazillion different parameters on it. They will hone in on what went wrong.” Mike Boyd, aviation analyst, on the voice and data recorders, above, that have been sent to National Transportation Safety Board headquarters in Washington, D.C.

Gosh, isn’t it great when our local papers bring us the benefits of specialized expertise?

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Denver International Airport (DEN) has several banks of charging stations for electronic devices (phones, notebooks, laptops, PDAs, cameras, whatever) located on the concourses (as opposed to the Main Terminal Building).  They are marked with “FreeCharge” signs. There’s no cost for their use. Here are a couple of pictures.

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Details of where to find them:

A Gates aka A Concourse or Concourse A, 2 locations:

  • East side, between Gates A44 and A46.
  • West side, between Gate A38 and the center core.

B Gates aka B Concourse or Concourse B, 4 locations:

  • East side, between Gates B56 and B58
  • East side, between Gates B45 and B47
  • West side, near Gate B38
  • West side, between Gates B25 and B27

C Gates, aka C Concourse or Concourse C, 2 locations:

  • East side, near Gate C44
  • West side, exact info to be provided later or just look for it.

Also in the C Gates area, at some of the Southwest Airlines gates on the East side, there are small freestanding counter-height tables – some with stools, some not – with electric outlets which are available at no cost.

(This just updates some information I posted several months ago, minus irrelevant blather.)

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Another news story covered via twitter. See http://twitter.com/2drinksbehind. The saga starts with the tweet that reads “Holy f*g sh**t I wasbjust in a plane crash!”

HFS, that’s my airport. God, I am so glad everyone got out of the plane. (Continental flight 1404 from Denver (DEN) to Houston (IAH), went off runway into ravine on takeoff at 6:18 p.m. last night. Our local TV news is now giving us pictures of the plane sitting upright, covered with firefighters’ foam that looks like snow. But isn’t. DFD says the fire was intense but apparently didn’t get into cabin until everyone was out, nobody got burned.)

I was out there yesterday morning for my volunteer shift. Noticed it was windy as hell when I left, but that was six hours before the accident.

It’s bad enough that evil winter weather all over the rest of the country is messing up airline flight schedules. This accident has caused closure of half of DEN’s 6 runways for several hours, although I hear now that 1 or 2 of the 3 West airfield runways have been reopened, meaning that 4 or 5 of DEN’s 6 are again in operation.

Sorry, air-traveling people, looks like delays and cancellations all over the place this weekend.

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Check out this MSNBC article.

I so agree!

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If you live in the Denver area and you have any computer equipment to donate or recycle, check out Tech for All. Your old stuff may help a kid or family. Don’t bother “continue reading” as it’s words to help with search results.

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Wowzer

My amazon Kindle has been a constant companion for the last six days.  In airports, on airplanes, in my hotel room, at home, at a couple of restaurants when I ate alone, and in the doctor’s waiting room yesterday. I’ve read three books on it – all mysteries, my favorite kind of escape from reality.

I’m still mainly using the Kindle to read books. I still haven’t figured out using it to read my email although it’s supposed to be possible, but I have used it for a little web browsing.  

As an e-book reader it’s a winner. After a little use it really has seemed to “disappear” and I’m just focused on the words on the page. Yes, the page. Not the screen. It seems that natural now.

The “wowzer” is not only about the Kindle. It’s about the book I just finished reading on it: I Shall Not Want, by Julia Spencer-Fleming. It’s the sixth in her police procedural series with soap opera overtones (it’s also been called “strongly character-driven”) featuring rugged Russ Van Alstyne (police chief in small Millers Kill, NY), the unconventional Rev. Clare Fergusson (local Episcopal priest and military helicopter pilot), and the elephant in the living room which is their deep attraction to each other. This book rocked and rolled. I forgive a few too-convenient plot twists, because besides some fast and furious scenes of violent confrontations, it had me literally laughing out loud toward the end, and finally sniffing with a few sentimental tears.

There’s an afterword in which the author briefly describes her evolution as a writer. Starting with science fiction, then moving into romance, then finally realizing what she was really doing (whodunits with strong characters). She writes:

I’ve come to believe that the work chooses the writer, and not the other way around. We’re not creators so much as we are dowsers, wandering over the literary landscape until our forked twigs twitch. We dig, and in the digging discover if our wells are sweet or bitter, rock or clay. I thought I was going to be a science fiction writer. I would have liked to write romance. But it turns out that what I’m really good at? Is killing people and hiding the bodies.

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Kindling

I’ve been busy offline lately. Work. Play. Puppy. Volunteer activities.

And a hot new thing has entered my life. Is it love or just infatuation? Does it have staying power or just fast-fading gimmickry?

It’s too soon to tell, but so far I am loving it. It’s my new Amazon Kindle. Reading on it is more like the paper and ink experience than I expected an electronic device to achieve. It will take some time for me to learn all the things I can do with it, but I’m loving just reading books on it for now.

How delightful to think that when I fly off tomorrow for a short trip I can take literally thousands of pages of books with me – in an eleven-ounce package that slips into my purse! Probably only someone who fears being stuck somewhere without reading material can feel the joy.

So far I have downloaded free sample first chapters from several books, and have purchased these books for my Kindle:

  • London: A Biography, Peter Ackroyd
  • Where Memories Lie, Deborah Crombie
  • The Ode Less Travelled, Stephen Fry
  • Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson
  • The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch
  • Buckingham Palace Gardens, Anne Perry
  • I Shall Not Want, Julia Spencer-Fleming
  • The Years, Virginia Woolf
  • How to Use the Amazon Kindle [for a lot of stuff], Stephen Windwalker

Those books in print total 3228 pages. I’ll also get some free books from Feedbooks. So far I’ve downloaded Thoreau’s essay on civil disobedience* and A Tale of Two Cities because I want to read Dickens again. Download from amazon.com is instantly wireless, the rest of the stuff is loaded via USB cable. A snap.

Before I hit the road (and the skies and then the road . . .) I have lots to do here at home. If I can put down the Kindle long enough.

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*or, as it’s spelled on the site, “Civil Disobediance.”  [Eyerolls]

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This weekend I did two volunteer shifts under the Big Top – Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Not ideal, but I did the scheduling and that’s how things worked out for my life this month. 

There are a couple of new art exhibits at DEN: “Colorado: See the New West Like a Local” which is outside the security checkpoints, and “Crossroads” – about Colorado architecture – for those who have cleared security and have time to kill before a flight.

In recent months there have been a few changes – besides their names – in the buildings that used to be called Concourses A, B, and C.  Awhile back the buildings were renamed the “A Gates,” “B Gates,” and “C Gates.” Which many people still call the “concourses” – as does the airport at least once on its website. Although it seems to be moving to the new terminology – see this. Signage inside the airport has been changed from “concourses” to “gates’ which I’m sure confuses the passengers who’ve just been told by their ticket agent to go to the “[A/B/C] Concourse,” and can’t find any signs telling them where that is.

But I digress. Back to the changes. The Body Shop on B Gates closed, but there’s a new Body Shop on C now. Where I bought a bottle of Oceanus perfume oil. Yum. Rock Bottom Brewery is open on C, might have been for awhile now.  

The newest amenities for travelers at DEN – free of charge – are Power Bars on all 3 Concourses. OK, how do I construct that sentence using “Gates” instead of “Concourses”?  ”New Power Bars in all 3 Gates?” No. There are, what, nearly 200 specific *gates* at DEN, located on the A, B, and C concourses.  I’m referring to the three buildings in which all those gates are located. Whatever.

The Power Bars aren’t snacks. Each of them is a bank of about six small work stations, with stools for seating.  Each station has counter space, two electric outlets and a USB power port. One of the stations at each power bar is wider than the others and unlike the others has no stool in front of it – it’s designated with the universal wheelchair accessibility symbol. There’s a “Clear Channel” logo on the units and there are LCD screens at each station – currently blank but I assume soon to be populated with information and advertising. Use of the Power Bar stations is free, no time limits, just first come, first served.  A way to charge (re-charge?) a laptop, cell phone, iPod, etc., without finding an electrical outlet on a wall and sitting down on the floor next to it with your stuff.

I took pictures of the Power Bars but due to technical difficulties and lack of time can’t post them right now.

Details of the locations of the Power Bars are below the fold.

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Different

Have you seen those commercials for Comcast phone service?  The ones where some doofus is saying “But now I’m calling you on my new Comcast digital phone!” But of course that makes no difference to the situation at hand – which results from the caller being a hopeless screw-up and isn’t curable by a change of phone service.

Well, people, today I’m writing my blog entries using my new iMac.  

Which doesn’t make me any smarter or more articulate.  But does indicate that I’m living through a world-shaking transition in my technology life – from Windows to Mac.  

I’m proficient working in a Windows environment:  organizing files and folders, using my favorite programs, knowing what’s located where and how to do what I want to.

Now I’m in Mac World, and I barely speak the language here.  I have to learn how to do things here, that were second nature in the Windows Universe.  Simple things, like closing windows and applications – which means a click on the upper left corner vs the upper right. 

Working with photos?  Not yet.  I’m still working on the basics.  Like learning that the Delete key = backspace, and forward delete requires the fn key + Delete.

I’ve learned that I’m too used to using a trackball to enjoy the Apple Bluetooth Mighty Mouse.  Mainly because the menu bar is waaay up on the top left of this 24 inch monitor screen and I have to move the mouse nearly halfway across my desk to get the pointer up there.  Too much wrist and arm movement involved.  So I plugged in my trusty old trackball, and it works!  I can maneuver around the iMac Half-Acre display without wearing out my wrist.   Wireless mousing is nice, but avoiding another carpal tunnel experience is better.

It’s going to be a nice world, I think, but a brave new one for me.

LATER EDIT:  Finally, after downloading a trial version of Photoshop Elements, I’m working with pictures here.  I’m not sure about this huuuge monitor, though.  I can’t seem to resize Elements to occupy less than the entire screen and I’m going to have to change the ergonomics here so that I’m not craning my neck to see the top part of the screen.  In the meantime, I’m adding a picture of my puppy and my new iMac, in the same shot.

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Here it is. A picture of the final straw on this here camel’s back. The ultimate frustration for someone who spent years as a mere network user at work, with limited ability to customize her own PC environment. Who after paying her OWN DAMN MONEY for a PC to use at home, is confronted with this EACH AND EVERY TIME SHE CLICKS THE “SHUT DOWN” BUTTON ON BOTH OF HER VISTA-EQUIPPED PCs:

Yes. I was yelling.

Look, I have never ever put my PC to sleep. I have no idea why I would want to. It’s either on and I’m using it, or it’s off and I’m not. And it’s really off: peripherals powered down, the surge protector block turned off too. Not sucking electricity just so I can save a teensy bit of time when I want to use the machine again.

Until Vista came along, the “Shut Down” button for Windows (my cousin the software engineer calls it Winbloze) would produce a box that defaulted to your last choice. Which was probably what you usually did and wanted to do that time too: restart, shut down, log off user, whatever.

But not now. Oh no. Whatever you did last time, Vista doesn’t want to know. Because obviously the exalted gurus at Microsoft know best for you and your PC: You are feeling sleepy. Verry verrry sleepy. Do not pursue your desires and the stress they bring. Just relax. Go to sleep.

In three hours I’ll be at the local Apple store meeting with a concierge for an hour of personal shopping. I’m keeping the Toshiba notebook PC but dumping this desktop. Yeah, I know that Macs have a sleep option too but I’ll deal with it. Maybe this unalterable default to the sleep mode is an example of Microsoft aping Apple, but it’s irritating as hell on top of everything else.

And every time I see that “sleep” default on a Vista shutdown screen? I’m thinking: Bite me, Microsoft. You drove me over the edge into MacWorld and put a few thou into Apple’s coffers with that stupid little stunt.

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Personal shopper

I’ve been making a list tonight and checked it at least twice.  I’m taking it with me tomorrow for my first-ever appointment with a personal shopper.

At the local Apple store. 

An hour with a concierge to ask those questions and test drive the gadgets. 

My craptastic desktop PC is dropping some hints that something else may be going wrong – after all, it’s been eight whole months since the hard drive failed and it must be time for some attention, huh?  I looked at my finances and decided I’m about ready to take the plunge that I blogged about a few months ago.   

I’m gonna get an iMac.  With wireless mouse and wireless keyboard.  And an Airport.  Wireless printing, even! And finally, freedom from the horrendous amount of cables and wires and clutter that come along with the PC experience.  

If only it could scrub toilets and take out the trash. 

Heck, for all I know, it can. 

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Thanks to Cambridge Soundworks’ customer service guru, Chris Cooper, for posting a comment below and for being so helpful in our phone conversation. 

I’m OK with the radio I’ve got.  It seems to work just fine.  And now CSW knows I’ve got it.   Chris said that if they can’t fix a radio sent in for repairs, they may ship the customer a refurbished unit of the same model instead.  But that wasn’t stated on this service invoice, so this may have been a genuine mixup.  Chris asked me to send my “bonus” kiddie music CD back to them at their expense, which I will.  In case they hear from another customer asking “where’s my Mommy and Me CD that was in the radio I sent you to repair?”

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A couple of months ago my fancy clock radio went on the fritz.  I blogged about it here

I sent it back to Cambridge Soundworks in Massachusetts for repair, via FedEx.  And waited. 

Finally, two days ago a box was delivered to me from Cambridge Soundworks, containing my radio.  Oddly, in the box with the radio was also a cardboard envelope with a CD of some kiddie music or something.   And when I plugged it in to check it out, none of the radio station presets were the same as they used to be.  But I didn’t have much time to spend messing with it, and it seemed to work OK.

A few minutes ago, intending to flatten the shipping box and take it out with the rest of the recyclables, I pulled the shipping document out of the plastic sleeve on the outside.  And read it.  I noticed that although I’d given them my correct phone number, they had garbled it on the paperwork. 

Then I read the description of the repair:  “removed and returned 1 CD unit”. 

Huh?  The CD and radio on my unit worked just fine; it was all the clock and timing functions that were haywire.  (I think that static electricity had fried those circuits.)

Uh-oh.  I fetched my records, which include the serial number of my radio, then looked at the back of this one.   Not a match.

They sent me somebody else’s radio.  One that had been sent in for repair with a broken CD player – which still had a CD in it, and which they carefully packed up and sent along with the radio.  To me.

I’ll call their customer service line tomorrow.  This could be a fun conversation.  Because I am *not* spending another dime to send anything to anybody after the co$t of shipping my radio by FedEx and the $65 repair fee. 

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If you shop at amazon.com you may have noticed that the friendly folks there always suggest a second product you could buy along with the item you are looking at. 

If you’re looking at a book, amazon.com will often suggest another book by the same author, or on the same subject.  If you’re browsing a software product, you may be offered a user guide for the program.  amazon-pair1.jpg

I’ve gotten so used to that “better together” thing on amazon pages that I rarely pay attention to it.  But today, I was stopped cold by the “better together” suggestion I saw when scrolling down this product page. 

Click on the image on the right here to see what I mean.

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Done.

Thank you, TurboTax.

It is 11:05 a.m. on February 2, 2008. 

I have just completed, printed, copied and signed my 2007 federal and state income tax returns. 

Because I’m getting refunds, they will be in the mail later today.

Sometimes, I just adore technology.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that for nine months last year, I was retired and had time to sort and organize my records.  So that when my last W-2 and 1099s arrived in the mail, I had all the information I needed to sit down and crank up TurboTax.

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Fickle and loving my freedom

I’m fickle.  Too fond of my freedom to get tied down.  Phobic about commitment.

Yeah, and about cell phones too.

Three years ago I realized that I was no longer spending much time talking on my cell phone.  My use was down so far that even my modest Verizon monthly account worked out, some months, to a rate of seven bucks a minute.  I was “out of contract,” meaning I could quit with no penalties.

So I examined my options.  No cell phone?  Nope, that’s out.  I love the convenience and extra sense of security those little gadgets provide.  Lower cost account with Verizon?  Nope.  What I had was about as good as it got – including a discount. 

cyclops4.gifThe result of the analysis:  I entered the world of prepaid no-contract cell service, and haven’t looked back.

First, two years with Tracfone.  Loved their network, was able to port my years-old same cell number to my Tracfone account.  My phone worked great but after two years it was getting beat up.  I bought a new (Tracfone) phone, but when I tried to get it activated with my existing phone number, I landed in Customer Service Hell  – and gave up entirely.

Which led me last April to Page Plus Cellular, a prepaid company that uses the Verizon network.  Page Plus is a great deal for service; you can keep connected for a tiny amount of money every 90 or 120 days, I forget which.  For few bucks I was set up on Page Plus with a reconditioned LG phone.  Which I never liked.  Poor call quality – and I think it’s the phone, not the network.  My attempt to stay with Page Plus while buying a replacement phone from them fizzled in the hands of a clueless customer service rep.  Click.

Back to research.  After which, I went yesterday to the Virgin Megastore and bought Cyclops, my first camera phone (pictured).  Virgin Mobile is no-contract service with a bunch of different service plans, which uses the Sprint network.  That’s going to be fine for me almost all the time.  Sprint isn’t so hot in many rural areas, but when I go to such places I’ll pull out the absolute cheapest cell phone  (more…)

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Desktop cinema 2: Stolen

vermeer_concert.jpgI was up early this morning and soon tired of listening to the news.  So I enjoyed my coffee and cereal while watching my second ever Netflix “watch instantly” movie.

I prefer the term “desktop cinema” for this activity, a delightful use of broadband internet.  I suppose it’s possible to get that video streamed onto a big TV, but for now I’m happy to watch on my widescreen PC monitor.

Today’s choice:  Stolen, a 2005 documentary about the biggest art theft in modern history – still unsolved.  In the wee hours of March 18, 1990, as much of Boston was sleeping off – or winding down – St. Patrick’s Day celebrations, men disguised as cops entered the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and made off with 13 priceless masterworks.  Including Vermeer’s “The Concert” and Rembrandt’s “The Storm on the Sea of Galilee.”  

Stolen deftly educates in two hours.  The common thread is obsession – or at least preoccupation.   Scholars are moved to tears recalling the Vermeer, or thinking of the dire selfishness of those who would deprive the world of such art.   Novelist Tracy Chevalier saw Vermeer’s “Girl with a Pearl Earring” at 19, has had a poster of it on her wall at home ever since, and wrote the best-selling novel inspired by the painting. 

Investigator Harold Smith follows leads down blind alleys in search of the stolen masterpieces. He gets conned, may have gotten close, and although never finding any of the pictures is not discouraged after all of it.   Smith had battled skin cancer for fifty years by then and went about wearing a natty suit, a fedora, an eye patch and a prosthetic nose.  He was not the easily discouraged type.  (He died shortly before the film’s release.)

We learn of the Irish Republican Army connection, and as Smith follows that trail we meet a hyperactive Brit art “locator” and a Scotland Yard fine art squad investigator who works with him from time to time.  We get a hint that even the IRA may have some preoccupation  (more…)

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Because it just works, stupid.

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I have always used PCs, at work and at home.  I have always owned PCs.  Now I have a Compaq Presario desktop and a sweet little Toshiba notebook.  I haven’t used any Apple computers.  I always found Mac zealots really irritating.  My attitude is, look, it’s computer technology, not religion.  And the un-critical media hype preceding the iPhone release last year was beyond silly.  (A cartoon about that had the press bowing before a huge iPhone that loomed up like a monument, and was captioned “iFawn”.)

I use my computer a lot, and enjoy all the things I can do with it.  I am a fairly expert user for a non-techie, and I don’t mind spending time with my computer learning how to get the most from it.  With all that history and investment in hardware, software and the learning curves,  I’m not eager to change the basic technology I’m using. 

But my next computer purchase is likely to be one of these.  

Not because it’s morally superior, or ethically pure, or 100% organic, or blessed by God – which it isn’t -  or even because it *is* pretty. 

Nope.  Because the damn thing just works.

I have had it to the eyeteeth with Windows Vista.  With mysterious churning “processes” and “services” that spike my CPU usage up to 90 percent when I haven’t even opened any programs yet.  With antivirus programs that can constitute some of those background resource-eating computer-slowing churning actions, and that want to take over my PC use from me.  With formerly inexpensive, simple and fast-running applications that have grown bloated and sluggish (see my farewell to one of them here).   With constant nagging from Microsoft  (more…)

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Girl 27

Girl 27Just now I watched my first Netflix “instant” movie here on my PC.  This could be addictive.  Just choose the flick, and there it is, playing along while I sit here working on other things.  My monitor’s just big enough to allow me to have the movie playing on one side and a Word document open on the other side.  Admittedly they are both a little squinched but it worked just fine today.

I selected Girl 27, a documentary released last year about a 1937 Hollywood rape case which was not merely hushed up, but nearly obliterated from history.   A link from the official film website to a “Girl 27″ myspace page (kind of icky in my opinion) leads to this promotional blurb:

HOLLYWOOD 1937 — Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, the world’s most prestigious and powerful movie studio, tricks 120 underage chorus girls into attending a stag party for its visiting salesmen. When dancer Patricia Douglas tries to flee, she is brutally raped; defying the studio’s order for silence, Douglas files a landmark lawsuit while M-G-M launches the biggest cover-up in Hollywood history – until six decades later, when author-screenwriter David Stenn stumbles upon the story. Stenn’s decade-long search for the truth leads to Patricia Douglas herself, nearly ninety and still in hiding. Will she go public once again, or will Hollywood’s best suppressed scandal die with her?

This would have been a much better film with less of David Stenn in it front and center, but even his name-dropping ego trip couldn’t completely sidetrack the main story here.  Clips from films of the era are interwoven with the narrative to add literal punch to a story that is powerfully sad and disturbing.   Even the children of a key witness who changed his story in court discuss that onscreen here. 

We also hear briefly from Judy Lewis.  She is Loretta Young’s daughter, the subject of another big Hollywood cover-up.  She was allegedly adopted by the single movie star, but in fact was Young’s illegitimate child, fathered by Clark Gable.  Apparently it was one of the best-known open secrets in town at the time, but the press all played along with the official story.  The kid inherited her dad’s trademark large ears, so her mom kept her in bonnets and scarves until she was 6 when she had surgery to pin them back. 

Netflix has just lifted its limits on how many movies a month I can watch instantly. 

Oh, dear.  If they offer exercise videos on this plan, I’m out of excuses for not working out, do you think?

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cd740.jpgThe other day I enjoyed a good giggle reading about Suzanne’s computer crisis (soon resolved) over at bizzyville.  Then, yesterday morning, I had a technology breakdown of my own. 

My overpriced alarm clock went pfft.  Yep, my Cambridge Soundworks Radio CD 740, purchased in late March 2006, no longer keeps time at all.  No alarms, no time display except “12:00 AM” that never advances, never retreats, and can’t be reset.  I assume a chip inside has died.   The radio and CD functions seem to be unaffected. 

But I’ve been relying on this dual-alarm-equipped darling to wake me up in the mornings.  And now that I’m working again, that’s important.  Very important. 

I need six to seven hours sleep at night, and often need a couple of alarms to get up and out of my nice cozy bed.  Especially on a winter morning when the weather outside is very low on degrees.  Like today.  There are only three friggin’ degrees out there.   Yeesh. 

Speaking of needing sleep, Suzanne at bizzyville got her PC fixed and tells us about her new sleepytime ‘fly buddy, and the complications, here.

Back to my busted toy.  I liked this thing so much I even blogged about it when I bought it.  But a $350 piece of electronic equipment - (more…)

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Ducks paintingWe met nearly ten years ago, and got acquainted mostly sitting there in the dining room of my old bungalow.  He was talented, easy to get along with, and not one of those high-maintenance types.

Of course, we both changed as the years went by, although our working relationship remained strong.  I came to depend on him.  He was there for me to help me edit my pictures from my first digital camera and my first scanner, and we both developed our skills along the way.

But over the last several months, he’s changed.  He’s gotten tempermental and unreliable.  He often just quits in the middle of something, and because I’m so used to him and his ways, I’ve put up with it for longer than I should have.  I’ve even spent more money than I should have, trying to make things work between us.

But I decided the other day that it’s over.  And now I’m looking for something to replace what I’ve lost, and I’m bummed about it.  Salon

Yes, finally, after all these years, I am parting ways with my old favorite photo editing software, Paint Shop Pro.  (more…)

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A pretty nice girl

Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl,
but she doesn’t have a lot to say.
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl,
but she changes from day to day.

I want to tell her that I love her a lot,
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine.
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl.
Someday I’m going to make her mine, oh yeah,
someday I’m going to make her mine.

                                    — The Beatles

I’ve always had a soft spot for Queen Elizabeth II.  She was the older serious daughter, who worked at learning about the position she was fated to eventually fill, while her younger sister – the prettier one – got to dress up, go out, and play.   She married her true love, but enjoyed only a brief time living the life of the wife of a young naval officer before her father died and it became her turn to wear the crown.  Whatever her failings, they haven’t come from a lack of dedication to her country and its people.   

I learned today that Her Majesty’s now got her own channel on YouTube.  The Royal Channel.  What else?

You go, girl.

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As of this moment, that’s the number of spam comments that the Askimet spam-blocker has prevented from being posted on this blog.

At no charge to this here blogger.

Thanks, WordPress.

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