Black and white, or salt and pepper
Don’t get me started. Sometimes the advertising industry jumps the shark, and we can only stand by, shaking our heads in wonder. Take, as an example, the slogan I heard this evening:
Now, I look like I know what I’m doing and I still can…
Maybe our political class has adopted this bit of wisdom; why else would we have the recent posturing about holding elections this autumn? In any case, the ad industry has already thought three moves ahead.
We’re doing what SCUBA divers refer to as “buddy breathing” around here. One of the laptop power supplies we rely upon died over the weekend. Luckily, both machines have similar specs, so the rule of happy around the table is share the juice. While one recharges, the other discharges, in a cycle of about ninety minutes. Not a big deal? Try it sometime, particularly when we both want to be as autonomous as possible.
A new power transformer is already in the hands of the postal system, so we should be back to status quo by early next week (the posties are fast, but there’s also a bit of customs and excise involved).
The home cinema has been dedicated to Che for the last couple of evenings. Good acting, but without the subtitles we’d be tostada (I think). My exposure to language training in high school didn’t include Spanish (too useful).
Back to my opening ad… the product being hawked was hair dye for men. Too late; I already have the proper mix of salt and pepper.
