Moral-Flexibility.Net

My Panasonic CF29 Toughbook is easily one of the most durable computers I have ever messed around with. Running a lightweight Linux distro it does a fantastic job of allowing me to deal with my email, surf the web and manipulate images. Nothing fancy, just rugged dependable and simple. In fact the only thing that has gone wrong with this computer since my brother gave it to me has been the occasional total failure of the power supply.

The power supply has failed again.

So as I wait for our lettercarrier to deliver a parcel containing the replacement power supply my online presence will be somewhat limited.

At some point this wordpress theme changed it’s banner image back to a cup of coffee instead of my motorcycle snap, and devoured the links that usually reside down the left hand side of the screen (replacing them with month by month links to old posts? Why that’s handy).

I’ll try and sort this out over the X-mas holidays.

Please, please, please STOP using a cellphone camera to record your television. Unless you’re living in South central blogistan there is all kinds of cheap technology specifically designed to put TV on your computer and record it there.

Who loaned you a 300 baud modem to access the interwebs with anyway?

I’ve just finished the second season of Sherlock and am suitably pleased with it, both as an entertaining show and as a modern adaptation of the classic tale of the worlds first consulting detective.

The second seasons final episode Reichenbach Fall ends with the (staged) Death of Sherlock after a confrontation with Moriarty, an ending that should come as no surprise to those that are familiar with the Holmes stories.

The death of Sherlock Holmes in the original series was an effort by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to divest himself of the character so that he could concentrate on other writing. The character was resurrected due to pressure from fans of the fictional detective.

When I first read these stories I was about ten years old, I had torn through Volume 1 of the Sherlock Holmes collection (which ends with The Final Problem) completely unaware that there was a Volume 2. I remember the sense of loss and disappointment as I finished the Final Problem, and the sense of relief when Mom or Dad pointed out the second volume sitting on a shelf.

I’ll have to wait longer this time before I see the resurrected Holmes, but we’re assured he is on his way.

The Federal Conservatives attempted to get rid of the registry under their minority government and failed, now that they have a majority they have tabled legislation to kill the long gun registry and delete the data.

Of course this is a contentious issue, and I’ll give you three guesses (the first two not counting) as to what my opinion is.

In response some provinces are discussing setting up their own registries, lets hope they don’t turn to the companies that were involved in the federal effort, or we’re likely to see more taxpayer money poured down the drain.

So our cat Shiny has munched on the power cable for my laptop, likely resulting in some sort of short and the subsequent catastrophic failure of said power supply.

The end result is that while I wait for a replacement to be shipped to me I am not really online much (for better or worse) as I’ve only the desktop computer in the basement, or Lisas netbook to use.

Not the end of the world, but a nuisance.

…never mind.

I’m sure the firearms fans visiting this site already know them by heart, but lets cover the fundamental firearms safety rules again for the new folk shall we;

1) Assume every firearm is loaded
2) Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire
3) Don’t point the firearm at anything you are not prepared to destroy, and
4) Know what’s behind your target.

Alrighty.

Last Monday we left our home at 4:00am to board the red-eye to Texas. This was both a vacation for us, and a visit to see Piet and family that was long overdue.

It was a great break and was our first vacation in over five years. One which included two of my now favorite places in Austin, The Alamo Drafthouse and Rudys.

There is the distinct possibility that I am suffering some form of meat poisoning at this point, but I can’t help think that it was worth it.

Lots of heat, some guns and shooting, some techno-tinkering and beer and BBQ, what more could you want?