Monday, November 25, 2002
Saturday - succeeded in creating a Linux Radio VCR in 10 lines of shell script. Neat. Very smug with myself. Accidentally automounted a remote home directory over by / directory. Less neat. Rendered machine unbootable. Had to "Get on T'Internet" as Peter Kay would say to figure out what I'd done. Went for walk round Arthur's Seat with Helen. Dinner, Casualty and too much telly.
The Meaning of Liff defines "duntish" as "Mentally incapacitated, owing to a severe hangover". I was very duntish indeed on Sunday, and succeeded in only some of my work. Then a health-giving walk around a reservoir at the base of the Pentlands with Helen, dinner, and too much telly. Again.
Now reading - Doctor Who - The Crooked World by Steve Lyons, which so far seems to be his best fluffy book to date. It's got a big fat juxtaposition (real people land in cartoon world) with the two paradigms frotting against each other most pleasurably.
Now watching - a sandwich of The Time Meddler and Resurrection of the Daleks. This follows the preceding concoction of The Sensorites and The Pirate Planet. I'm looking forward to resuming the quest for the Key To Time.
Tonight I shall be removing photographic red eye from, captioning, and artistically cropping about 30 pictures of one of Helen's friends. It's godsent tasks like this that justify expenditure on toys like scanners and photo-printers.
Looking forward to the weekend. Marillion are playing Manchester on Friday night and then there's a Doctor Who Fan Olympiad in the same city. What could go wrong?
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Currently reading - Doctor Who - The Book of the Still. Diverting enough, but Ebbsy displays a little too much in common with Dave "I'm wierd, me" Stone for me to relax completely. Still a good long lie-in and a hot bath tomorrow morning should see it off. I tend to embark on Who novel binges at this time of year, usually inspired by a biggie coming out that I want to catch up to.
Currently watching - Doctor Who - The Ribos Operation. On DVD this is as engaging as I thought it ought to be. When I last watched on VHS about 2 years ago, it wasn't. The stars' commentary is a delight, as is the score. There is a glut of Doctor Who to be watched at present, with the William Hartnell Box Set (am I alone in finding "Billy In A Box" a little distasteful?) awaiting. The wonderful VidFIRE process means that 10 of these 14 episodes must be viewed on TV and not on my PC monitor. This means a lot of ironing, cheese and wine this weekend. Oh no. What a strenuous obligation.
Currently listening to - White Eagle by Tangerine Dream, Doctor Who - The Savages, and Big Finish Talks Back. It's a sign of my Caledonian isolation that I now have to pay to listen to my acquaintances' opinions.
I fear I have been sacked from Doctor Who Magazine.
Thursday, June 06, 2002
- All voluntary motorists are destructive, unhealthy individuals
- Motorists are created by Driving Instructors
- It follows that if Driving Instructors can be eliminated, then the health of the human race will improve
- The British School Of Motoring employs many Driving Instructors
- The world would be a healthier place without the British School Of Motoring
Wednesday, April 03, 2002
This was 30 minutes late starting and failed to engage me in any way whatsoever.
Due to industrial action (or greed, as I tonight think of it), there is no train home from here for another 45 minutes. I will arrive home at around 10:30 if I'm lucky.
So much for my one free night to myself this week. And tomorrow, I have to get my glasses repaired. Unfortunately, in order to get to the optician's I have to get my bike repaired. At a shop which doesn't open until ten. On a working day. I may have flu tomorrow.
I do not think I have ever heard fate quite so eloquently tell me to fuck off and stop being so ambitious.
Friday, March 29, 2002
Thursday, March 14, 2002
Dave's Unix Tip of the Day
If some of the last set of changes to a file you saved in RCS were good, try something like
rcsdiff -e -r1.56 -r1.57 myfile > changes.edit
vi changes.edit (to remove the changes you want to keep)
echo w >> changes.edit
co -r1.56 myfile
ex myfile < changes.edit
ci -l changes.edit
Sunday, March 10, 2002
Friday, March 08, 2002
Thursday, March 07, 2002
Wednesday, March 06, 2002
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
To a Briton, the scale and form of this place is hard to identify - the sun is turning my skin ruddy while the mountains remain snowcapped and there were even drifts blowing around like smoke from lava this morning. Every few blocks the same names repeat themselves - there are more MacDonalds than in the Aberdeen phone book. I'm eating well - Agilent Technologies' lunchtime burritos and Ruby Tuesday's sublime salad bar being good opportunities to avoid those staples, beef and cheese. And I've consumed 2 glasses of wine and 3 pints of cider (cider! yes! at Jack Quinn's Irish Pub) and no more in the last week.
All this vocational and epicurian distraction leaves little room for immersion in the cultural bivouac I packed, although I was adequately entertained by William Boyd's Armadillo (although it's very much in the Charlie Higson or David Baddiel mode) and am presently being drawn in to The Rotter's Club by Jonathan Coe, which I bought solely because it contains a fictional review of Tales From Topographic Oceans.
Speaking of music, currently on heavy rotation in my brain (and occasionally on MP3) are
- Trey Gunn - Raw Power
- Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red and Gray
- Tony Levin - World Diary (and I've just ordered his other two)
- JS Bach - Goldberg Variations
I have been saving all my quarters to use in the laundromat at the place I'm staying, and left them in a neat pile in my room. Whoever cleaned my room today assumed they were a tip and took them. Try doing that in Britain.
Thursday, February 21, 2002
The last two days work have been draining and satisfying. I really wish I worked here. Just as well. Two days down, 48 to go. I miss my Helen, but she sounds happy!
Sunday, February 17, 2002
Four hours sleep later, I was in the first panel of Sunday morning. I am getting a cold, probably due to lack of sleep. All the gin and tonics probably may have some impact too. Off downstairs now for the Dead Ringers panel. And a drink.
Friday, February 15, 2002
I got a bit weepy when being waved off by Helen at Edinburgh airport. Met some fellow Gallifreyans at the departure gate at Heathrow, and enjoyed a pleasant flight - 51st State being great fun, especially Robert Carlyle's brave but doomed Scouse accent. The journey then demonstrated Zeno's paradox perfectly - the closer we got to the destination, the slower we moved.
Maybe I was just wiped out from the journey, but after speaking to Helen at 2am her time, the night went downhill. One or two loud, pissed-up, or over-flirtatious Brits really spoiled the atmosphere, and the convention not having started, they had an empty canvas to defile. Being quickly brushed-off by a former on-line acquaintance when I introduced myself to him for the first time was a bit crushing, too. However, Maggie Stables is enchanting, and Mark McDonnell engagingly down-to-Earth.
An unsatisafctory night, neither civilized nor riotous, but having the worst aspects of both. Retired at 11pm but woke again at 3:30 and have stayed up to unpack, and am feeling far less unsettled now that I have imposed some order on my lovely large third-floor room.
I think I may press ahead and learn an edited version of one of Ronnie Barker's monologues for the cabaret on Saturday night - Getting Your Wrongs In The Word Order. In the meantime, I am joining a massed visit to Universal Studios today. Just time to go and forage for high-fibre food (a brave objective) and maybe have a swim if it's nice at 8 o'clock. I'm glad to be here. Bath time.
Monday, February 11, 2002
Cycled in this morning against fierce wind. And the weather was a bit blustery, too. I have still not recovered from 30 lengths of the pool on Thursday. Hope I can find somewhere to swim in Colorado Springs.
I will have enough mp3 music and drama with me to run a medium-sized radio station for a month or two. None of the sodding DVDs I have ordered to take with me have been despatched. Arse.
Monday, February 04, 2002
Helen and I attempted valiantly to get in to Gosford Park on Sunday night before giving up and going to Pizza Express in Stockbridge, where the pizzas are getting smaller and less pleasant with every visit ("not as good as yours", said Helen; the kind of bare-faced lie that endears her to me ever more), and we were the only couple without a designer baby. We consoled ourself with another Richard E. Grant appearance, specifically, Withnail and I, with DVD commentary my Paul McGann and Ralph Brown. They talked so much that I'll be able to watch it again soon and find the dialogue relatively fresh. Grant's absence from the voice-over booth is a bonus, since McGann and Brown discuss his nature unselfconciously.
Only ten days left in the UK until April.