Jake’s back!
The long summer stretch is over. What with Jake locked in a container, some of us were getting a little worried. I mean, one of those big boxes looks pretty much like another, and there’s a lot of country beyond the Rock. But all is good. After his release from that Mexican prison…
Too much information? Not enough, if you’re a fan of the Republic of Doyle. Season 5 started just over an hour ago, local time, and now I’m a little tired. What with all the gunplay, and police malpractice and the return of the GTO. Yes, b’ye… the blue rocket is back on the streets of old St. John’s and I’m a vicarious passenger. The city looks good. If I was in charge of another province with declining tourism revenues, I’d get the paint out and hire a crack team of writers. There’s enough room for a second, or third series set in a scenic site.
Enough. Still a week to go before the next episode. I finally figured out how to start recording on the PVR that has provided clock services in the living room for the last year or so. Record. I still have to find out how to play stuff back, but that’s probably just a trick with the remote control, right?
At work, I brought up the variations in repair service from the different manufacturers we deal with. Dell, you rock! Called in yesterday about a bad drive, and installed and imaged the new one this afternoon. By comparison, everyone else is playing in the minor leagues.
