Do not fold, spindle or mutilate that automobile
The estimates of how long a particular job will take (under Windows) give me pause. The variation, and degree of error, bear similarity to certain government pronouncements. When I started my mass data transfer, early this morning, the original “time to run” was quoted in days.
I decided to test my other possibilities, in hardware and software. That new USB 3.0 interface, for example. And the Windows Transfer via a faster wireless router. And direct disk-t0-disk transfers. Sometime before suppertime, I was able to declare my new computer to be ready for use. Some small things left to fine tune, but I’m sitting in a favourite chair, and the lap has a new top. Kudos to all involved.
One small glitch. I’ve finally moved to a 64-bit OS, and some veteran software packages refused to run. After consideration of cost, I decided to install the virtual machine that Microsoft offers. No big deal to install, and after figuring out how to move my DOS based genealogy program into a virtual drive, I was back on track. Yes, it’s time to move to something bigger (slower), but while I can drag the old stuff along I’m going to. Familiarity does not always “breed contempt”.
On TV, a news report on the car inspection business. Locally, we don’t have such oversight of our safety. Elsewhere, the government proclaims that we’re a safer society because they watch our for us. The careful inspection of those careful inspections belies the illusion. When you purchase a used car, it may have been “bent” by a previous owner, despite those warnings on the Hollerith card (“Do not fold, spindle or mutilate”). Those with the arc welders and body putty can trick the average eye. Another accident might not.
