Reblog this if you remember The Great Strikethrough of 2007

Reblog this if you remember The Great Strikethrough of 2007

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we’re old, guys.

What about those of us who remember the great

I’m still on there… although now it’s very confusing.

Because my main blog posts are cross-posted from the blog to tumblr and to LJ (at least in theory, the plugin has worked once so far). And then my tumblr posts are cross-posted back to my blog.

And err. Yea.

And Reblogging is no way to have a conversation. Incidentally, get off my lawn, and I remember when this was all fields.

Bloody young people.

;)

One of those days

Not, oddly, one of those days where you wonder about whether your continued existence on the planet will ever produce anything tangible and worthwhile, or whether you are instead doomed to spend the entirety of the rest of your life looking at cat pictures on the internet*.

No, one of those super productive days.

I’m wondering if I need to write myself a to-do list for every day when I’m not working because the effect was astonishing.

On my list was the following:

- Clean some house
- Practice Guitar
- Practice Piano
- Order power supply connector
- Bottle cider
- Garden
- ?Print sepsis card

And apart from the sepsis card all of it got done and some other bits and bobs. Also I listened to lots of music, which is a bonus.

I actually managed to spend a good hour practicing music, which is astonishing to me. I have absolutely no commitment to these things, have never been a big one for practicing (or studying) so for me to hit a point where I was actually keeping playing because I damn well wanted to get the piece of music to sound at least roughly right was pretty pleasing.

Also I had a sudden understanding of how awful it must have been for my piano (or paino, which seems a strangely apt typo) to have listened to my terrible, terrible, timing.

It's drinkable, it tastes cider like. I call that a win.

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* Which for various personal/health reasons was how I spent most of yesterday. Well, not cat-pictures per-se, but they might as well have been.

One of those days was originally published on Mostly lemon based

Oh, ah, that’s not gigabit.

So I bought a new switch for the server room* to replace my known-to-be flaky 10/100 hub** and to add a port for the soon to be arriving WiFi network extender***. Having spent ages flicking through I suddenly found what I thought was an awesome deal on a gigabit switch. Not, I assumed good quality or anything. But cheap and given our house is floodwired with alledged Cat5 cable**** I reckoned ‘good enough’.

It arrived a couple of days ago and there on the box was ‘10 / 100 Switch’.

So that’s why it was such a cheap gigabit switch, because it’s not. It’s 100 base T which is what I used to run when I was a network admin.

Poo.

Still, it’ll do for now.

* Utility cupboard / larder.
** Mainly because I still can’t find it.
*** So we can sit out in the evenings on the deck next to the chiminea drinking wine and browsing t’web.
**** I actually suspect it of being made of the very cheapest scrap metal extruded by spiders.

I spent my (Birth)day cutting some timber out of the deck and replacing it with a tiled section. No one can ever claim I don’t know how to live…

…the point of this delightful outdoor activity was that at the end of it we’ve a place to put our chiminea, which means that should I feel in the mood in the next few days I can sit out on the deck, wine in one hand, book in another, and stay reasonably warm in the evening. I hope.

So we sometimes look at Astoria, as a “let’s look and see what’s there” – we were particularly delighted with this one.

There’s just one thing about it.

Do not enter the house.

That’s not sinister at all.

Knackered

So, as my best beloved pointed out to me yesterday, I do have a tendency to overdo it. As I collapsed into the bed, exhaustion washing over me I contemplated that maybe I’d gone a bit far with the garden. I’ve been trying to do the path for what seems like a while now (although that’s mostly due to the fact that I spent a lot of time moving soil first, then hurt my arm), and yesterday whilst I wasn’t expecting to finish it, we made a lot of headway in that general direction. So much so that I’ve now run out of bricks.

Being as it was our weekend off, and the weekend between our respective birthdays, Saturday my mum came up to visit and we pootled out showing her some bits of Bristol and then spending a lot of money (by our standards) on something terribly, terribly exciting.

A sheet.

And some pillow cases.

Yes, you know you’re truly no longer one of the youf when the prospect of a brand new sheet is something quietly thrilling*.

Then we slid down to the garden centre and bought her birthday / new year presents. Which proved to be dangerous as we brought back some plants for ourselves, too. Including an insanely fluffy little alpine that’s now in the rockery.

The evening, after my mum had headed home, was spent at a gorgeous restaurant which we’ve visited before called ‘Flinty Red’. It serves incredible food, and was the cause of much delight. Then we wandered down to Be.in Bristol to catch some music and relax before heading home…

It turned out not to be the group I thought it was, but a pair of musicians who play under the name Paruski. I’ve not seen them before, they have no webpage that I can find, and mercilessly thieve from Russian and Celtic sources to produce entertaining medleys whilst wandering around the bar, out onto the street, up and down the stairs.

It turned out to be great fun, and something I was reminded that we should do more of.

Then Sunday we attacked the garden. I was, it turns out, somewhat overzealous (not realising how exhausted I was until I slumped into the chair after dinner); which is something I need to learn to not do to myself. Partly it didn’t help that I got myself into a bit of a war with a tree that I want to fell. It’s not a proper tree, but one that’s been chopped down each year and has therefore managed to make fairly solid roots whilst actually being fairly titchy on top. I’d been about to sit down and stop and then got distracted and, well, wore myself out digging and yanking on the tree. I was in fact so bloody tired that I’m still knackered today.

However, the path is way further down the garden which is pleasing. Also, following some discussion with my best beloved, we have a modified plan for the lower section of the garden, which should be rather pretty and involves my favourite (free) building material. Pallets. Yay.

The other nice thing about having the paths creeping around is that they delineate the beds, giving me, at least, a better idea of where everything is going to go.

Today has mainly been a shopping and realising that I over did it yesterday day; although I’ve put the belt onto the Dyson DC07 and practiced the various instruments again.

I've been tormenting the ivories again...

Uh, so it’s been pretty busy and there has been progress, but perhaps I need to be a little more… gentle with myself.

* To be honest it’s about time. Our linens are something of a disaster area, with there being few sheets (err, three) that fit the bed. Two of those sheets are over 20 years old and essentially transparent they’re so thin, and one is just a teensy bit short, I think it may have shrunk in the wash. The other sheets (all, sadly, newer ones) – one ripped as it was coming off the bed a while ago and the fitted ones don’t fit the new mattress as it’s thicker than they allow for.

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what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent

One of those days

Not, oddly, one of those days where you wonder about whether your continued existence on the planet will ever produce anything tangible and worthwhile, or whether you are instead doomed to spend the entirety of the rest of your life looking at cat pictures on the internet*.

No, today was one of those super productive days.

I’m wondering if I need to write myself a to-do list for every day when I’m not working because the effect was astonishing.

On my list was the following:

- Clean some house
- Practice Guitar
- Practice Piano
- Order power supply connector
- Bottle cider
- Garden
- ?Print sepsis card

And apart from the sepsis card all of it got done and some other bits and bobs. Also I listened to lots of music, which is a bonus.

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Note to self: When making a label to distinguish the home made cider from the home made apple juice, do not simply change the word cider for juice and not think any further about it.

Particularly when you’ve decided your home-made apple cider is called “St Anne’s Feeder Canal Cider”.

The end result sounds slightly unpalatable.

So, having ordered the benighted SuperPad a new power supply toying with I discover it’s got a new fun trick. It’s now decided that the WiFi will no longer connect if it’s not in the same room as our WiFi router.

Oh ho ho, what a funny object it is.

Of course, fortunately, our Kitchen is floodwired, so I just need to get a switch to live in the server room and it will well be networked. I will find it a use…other than doorstop.

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