In the aftermath of a fire sale
When friends suggest that you stop by and see the new house, it’s just something you do. When they take out a full page advertisement, in colour no less, it’s a little over the top. When you count the local electronics box store among friends, no comment is needed.
Our Future Shop has been closed for a while. Something about a fire, I heard. Anyhow, you couldn’t tell. Actually, the place looked much the same, other than an updated camera section. Same brands, same price points. Yawn. I decided that I didn’t need any more hard drives or USB drives (for now).
A mention of price point. You can pick up a name brand 4GB USB drive for $5. Less than the cost of a burger and fries. Enough storage space to save.. not very much any more. We’re drowning in data. And copies of data. Redundance because it doesn’t hurt. And all likely to be useless, a few years from now. I’m suddenly much sadder.
I did something new at work (for a change). One of our newer projectors has a network card, and after someone else ran a cable last evening, we were ready to see what that means. Nothing is plug and play anymore. The intelligent switch had to be configured for “my” toy, but once that was taken care of, and the network settings were set back to factory default, the package came alive.
With a small dose of software, I can control the projector remotely. Like from anywhere remotely. And I can project without the restriction of a VGA cable patched into the wall. Now this I could learn to like.
