Adventure Rocket Ship

21st of this month, which is a Saturday.

http://bathfilmfestival.org.uk/sonver-the-alchemy-of-man.html

The review from the last time: http://hirez.livejournal.com/295109.html

I've been meaning to regale you all with a tale of modern manners in which I was going to make a comparison between Jerome K. Jerome's story of transporting cheese from Liverpool to London (Chapter 4 of 'Three men in a boat'. There's an OCRed version that you can Google if you don't already know it. I can wait while you look, it really is very funny.) and my own minor adventures in transporting a large carrier bag stuffed with unwrapped items from the Lush shop or boutique.

But, y'know, fuck it. I've been having fun fixing computers, which means I carry on like a coffee-driven Tourette's (Sufferer? Celebrant?); I have a new (to me) HST book to read on the public transports of despair and I'm the far side of a couple of bottles of beer. Res ipsa loquitur.

Instead, people I don't know are being banged up by Johnny Foreigner for the crime of being funny-looking while in possession of pills bought in a shop, corporate America is acting like the own the place and are thus guardians of our morals, the American gummint are acting like they own the place and are thus guardians of all our data and people I do know are getting shite for the crime of being female in public.

To slightly misquote H.L. Mencken[1], this would be one of those times when a normal man must be tempted to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.

I mean, modulo a distinct lack of power in re. any sort of geopolitical bargaining position, I'm not entirely sure why I put up with any of this. It's not like the ruling clans in either Washington DC or Dubai are going to go "Shit, chaps. Half a dozen Livejournallers have had a couple of scoops on a Friday night and are sounding like they'll cut up rough. It's time we scarpered. Out the back and run like bloody fuck!"



[1] With the right sort of mind, one can learn an awful lot from reading HST.

As appears traditional for the winter season, the combi boiler has been playing up. It would randomly fail to restart and sit there blinking its error LED gormlessly.

I was mostly of a mind to just prod the reset button and hope it came back, which it did mostly. However, there was always the cheery thought whenever it required a second or third reboot that perhaps this was when it had finally had enough.

I rang the nice people who put it in. The obviously harried woman on the end of the phone told me that they didn't do repairs any more and that I should ring some chap called Andy. Obviously, his mobile number rang out and I left a message, expecting to have to work my way through the Yellow Pages starting with Mr AAA Hot Water. [/Severed Heads]

The chap rang back. Would first thing tomorrow be ok? (today)

Well, yes. Obv.

He turned up when he said he would, poked at the boiler for a bit in an effort to make it break (intermittent fault y'see) and in servicing the thing discovered it most likely that the control board was expiring.

Which was nice.