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I should really get more. Other than for groceries or work, I mean. Spent the afternoon baking a pair of fowl, and blipping between three different movies on cable. The common factor: all had Jason Statham in a title role, and none differed greatly in content. Hey, dude; your agent has you working in a niche market (Sunday afternoon TV movies). Can’t be good for a long and varied career.
Still trying to get the myriad of software updates completed on the new laptop. For what it’s worth, nobody seems to ship packages without need for net support. Already trying to decide what happens with the other machine. Will it go to a needy child, or will it find a position of honour, somewhere in the house?
Back to those movies. One scene stands out. Picture an airplane, twin engine. The co-pilot slips out through a hatch in the nacelle, activates cannons and then dumps fuel which he ignites with a flare gun. Epic. For a cartoon. This wasn’t.
The amplifier that I’ve been carting from place to place for decades didn’t play today. Should I try to find out “why?”, or accept that times change and progress rules.
Back to work, tomorrow. Already received an email pointing out that the remote sensor on the wall in the main VC room has lost its senses. Not sure we’re equipped to sort that one out. I’m getting good at placing service calls when the need arises.
And my online course continues. Partial marks are starting to come in, and I’m pleasantly surprised. I mean, the marks don’t matter from a pedagogical point, but the ego likes the gentle stroking.
