A cracked screen to test my ingenuity
This was not a day filled with accomplishment. After rehanging a window blind, and quickly receiving a review (“It’s not centred over the window”), I decided to go for another plan; still B for blinds. Off to the hardware store for additional hardware. And then I ran out of steam. Nothing else happened. Yes, I was distracted by a really good university football game, and that season will be over soon, so I’ve already absolved myself. In passing, a great Rouge et Or win. Five in a row. They have enough accomplishment for everybody.
And as darkness covered the land, supper was still a mystery concept. Thankfully, chicken in a space capsule was an acceptable substitute for those concerned.
Received a text message a few minutes ago, announcing the need to find a replacement screen for an iPhone 4. In a world where plastics predominate, why do the expensive folk insist on using glass as a surface? Glass is sand, with a particular crystal alignment. Glass breaks. Now I’m going to learn about the darker side of online shopping, wherein the sharks want my money. From the little I’ve read, cheap won’t be better. And given the predatory nature of mobile telephone contracts, switching to something else isn’t in the cards. In passing, has anyone ever seen a broken Model 500 telephone? Didn’t think so.
A documentary on hockey just ended. A mashup of Canucks vs Russkies, back when the sport involved confrontation on a “Risk” level. The best line came from a retired hockey player, who said that “They weren’t communists, they were just guys who played hockey”. Hindsight, at it’s finest.
