to wish everyone a Happy Easter!
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jestersong
30 October 2011 @ 01:36 pm
Not really my worry. But I recommend doing something with it. Just leaving it lying around would make the place look untidy. ;-)
Much depends on whether you need to destroy any evidence.
Of course you could taxiderm me, and stand me in a corner somewhere to unnerve the mourners. My father pondered such a disposition, and mused about a recorded message that would say "And you too!" whenever anyone nearby said something. That could be quite amusing.
Much depends on whether you need to destroy any evidence.
Of course you could taxiderm me, and stand me in a corner somewhere to unnerve the mourners. My father pondered such a disposition, and mused about a recorded message that would say "And you too!" whenever anyone nearby said something. That could be quite amusing.
25 February 2011 @ 11:22 pm
Good news: Robert has not only completed his book but got it published
www.lulu.com/product/paperback/shadow-pa
Bad news: Fran beat me to it, so I can't really do a post about it now. :-(
;-)
www.lulu.com/product/paperback/shadow-pa
Bad news: Fran beat me to it, so I can't really do a post about it now. :-(
;-)
05 February 2011 @ 01:35 am
What's the origin of your username? If you could change it to anything else, would you, and what would it be?
Why on earth would the jester change his motley?
12 January 2011 @ 12:35 am
At least, that seems to be this month's theme.
Do we have any washing-machine diagnosticians in the house?
Our chamine has a dial plus handle, with which to set it to the desired programme. The handle then travels round the dial until it reaches the end point for that cycle (thus telling the cognescenti that it's time to empty the tumble dryer to make way for the next load). In the last few days, the chamine has taken to stopping in mid cycle. Either it sits there and sulks indefinitely or the handle goes hyper and starts clicking its way right round the dial non-stop at about one click a second. Neither variant involves the machine completing the actual washing cycle, of course.
So the question is:lump hammer or claw hammer what might possibly be wrong with our hitherto mostly faithful machine? All suggestions of a diagnostic or restorative nature gratefully received!
* Maybe I should do at least one post per month this year about hootered machines of one persuasion or another. Unlikely to run out of material, and if I do it'll be good news :-)
Do we have any washing-machine diagnosticians in the house?
Our chamine has a dial plus handle, with which to set it to the desired programme. The handle then travels round the dial until it reaches the end point for that cycle (thus telling the cognescenti that it's time to empty the tumble dryer to make way for the next load). In the last few days, the chamine has taken to stopping in mid cycle. Either it sits there and sulks indefinitely or the handle goes hyper and starts clicking its way right round the dial non-stop at about one click a second. Neither variant involves the machine completing the actual washing cycle, of course.
So the question is:
* Maybe I should do at least one post per month this year about hootered machines of one persuasion or another. Unlikely to run out of material, and if I do it'll be good news :-)
02 January 2011 @ 11:59 am
Once upon a time on a computer far away (well, probably the attic) there was a little floppy disc. This disc liked D&D, and hoarded lots of lovely Word docs about it. It kept on hoarding and hoarding them till it got too full, and got terrible cramps in all the diodes down its left side. It needed to sleep it off! So it's owner put it aside until it felt better. But after a while, its owner took it out again and asked it nicely to give some of the docs back. "Shan't!" said the little floppy disc, rudely. "Oh, please!" said its owner, but the little floppy disc just stuck its tongue out. So its owner told it that it was a bad little floppy disc, and only a backup anyway, and it could jolly well go back in its box!
Time passed, as it does. Computers came and went (mostly up to the attic) and the little floppy disc sat in its box getting dusty. But one day, its owner wanted to look at one of those docs. He looked and he looked, but he couldn't find them on his new computer, even in the box called 'Old stuff copied from old computers with silly names like Ogg and Quoth'. But that's alright, he thought. I've got copies on that little floppy disc. So he got it out!
Well, the little floppy disc was glad to see the sunshine again, and to shake the dust off itself. And it was really, really pleased to go into a slot again. Who wouldn't be? It was just like old times! And you would think, boys and girls, that it would have learned its lesson. But it hadn't! When the owner looked to see what was there, it sent him a message saying "This disc is not formatted. Do you want to format it now?" "Oh, no" said its owner. "I've heard that story before! If I format you, you'll hide all your docs away from me for ever!" So he pressed 'No'. Instead, he called for his trusty DOS command prompt, gave it a colon return, and sent it in to find out what the little floppy disc was hoarding.
But, would you believe it? The little floppy disc still wouldn't behave. It sent a message back saying "The volume does not contain a recognised file system. Please make sure that all required file system drivers are loaded, and that the volume is not corrupted." Well, how rude!
So the question, boys and girls, is whether there is any way to get that naughty little floppy disc to give back the docs its been hoarding all these years. Or should its owner give it a formatting it'll never remember??
Time passed, as it does. Computers came and went (mostly up to the attic) and the little floppy disc sat in its box getting dusty. But one day, its owner wanted to look at one of those docs. He looked and he looked, but he couldn't find them on his new computer, even in the box called 'Old stuff copied from old computers with silly names like Ogg and Quoth'. But that's alright, he thought. I've got copies on that little floppy disc. So he got it out!
Well, the little floppy disc was glad to see the sunshine again, and to shake the dust off itself. And it was really, really pleased to go into a slot again. Who wouldn't be? It was just like old times! And you would think, boys and girls, that it would have learned its lesson. But it hadn't! When the owner looked to see what was there, it sent him a message saying "This disc is not formatted. Do you want to format it now?" "Oh, no" said its owner. "I've heard that story before! If I format you, you'll hide all your docs away from me for ever!" So he pressed 'No'. Instead, he called for his trusty DOS command prompt, gave it a colon return, and sent it in to find out what the little floppy disc was hoarding.
But, would you believe it? The little floppy disc still wouldn't behave. It sent a message back saying "The volume does not contain a recognised file system. Please make sure that all required file system drivers are loaded, and that the volume is not corrupted." Well, how rude!
So the question, boys and girls, is whether there is any way to get that naughty little floppy disc to give back the docs its been hoarding all these years. Or should its owner give it a formatting it'll never remember??
14 November 2010 @ 11:45 pm
Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?
Silence would do perfectly well in most cases ;-)
But this puts me in mind of the late, great Mr William Rushton's suggested response to 'Have a nice day', which was 'I'm sorry, I have Other Plans!'
25 October 2010 @ 11:04 pm
A news item about bees caught my eye today. Apparently, they're better at route-finding than their brains entitle them to be.
www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/oct/24/bee
Recalling the poem about how they're not meant to be able to fly either, it occurred to me that
The bumblebee is oddly wrought
Cybernetically it ought
Not know the way
Since bumblebees don't have PCs.
But they with inbred, innate ease
Go not astray.
www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/oct/24/bee
Recalling the poem about how they're not meant to be able to fly either, it occurred to me that
The bumblebee is oddly wrought
Cybernetically it ought
Not know the way
Since bumblebees don't have PCs.
But they with inbred, innate ease
Go not astray.
24 October 2010 @ 09:51 pm
Here be the screen grabs from 
femsc 's LJ, as mentioned in previous post, wot recounts a weirdness in how her Journal and Friends Page display. All advice on how to get it looking normal again gratefully received.
01 - Top of Femsc's LJ
02 - femsc's friends page
03 - middle of post on femsc's friends page
04 - start of post on femsc's friends page
05 - Femsc's home page
06 - jestersong's LJ
femsc 's LJ, as mentioned in previous post, wot recounts a weirdness in how her Journal and Friends Page display. All advice on how to get it looking normal again gratefully received.01 - Top of Femsc's LJ
02 - femsc's friends page
03 - middle of post on femsc's friends page
04 - start of post on femsc's friends page
05 - Femsc's home page
06 - jestersong's LJ