The Curse of Babylon Five (and Hot Humid Weather)
Wednesday, June 21st, 2006I finally swapped B5 seasons 1 & 2 for 3, 4 & 5.
I used long-hoarded tokens to go over to Peter and Leslie and Simon’s to get more B5 fixes, that is to say, not repairs, but hits, tokes, doses, satisfaction for my honkin’ B5 jones.
Had an accidental fine barbecued chicken dinner, with very interesting pasta and a nice partly homegrown salad, eaten al fresco on the back concrete, which the neighbour says is good for babies (but, as they say at the funeral home during visiting hours, remains to be seen.).
Well, last week was kinda hot and humid at times. Last year when that happened (45 with the humidity at least once) both my computers went south, pear-shaped, down the dumper. Not only that, but the heat put off by the machines made my place very uncomfortable.
So I shut them right down a few times at night instead of running diagnostics overnight. Well, I guess they didn’t like that plus the heat and humidity. When I got home from L, P & S’s and fired up the machines, then put in the first disc of B5, Season 3, my DVD app wouldn’t work. Now it’s quite good, you can pause and slow-mo it, capture screen shots, all the nice little bells and whistles. So I tried VLAN, that good old dependable workhorse. It worked but the image was jumpy and jerky. Unwatchable. No buffering? I dunno.
I tried a few other apps (Word, Freemind, etc), most worked. ITunes did not. Same error as the DVD app. Rats on rats.
Over the course of the day yesterday (Tuesday) I flushed the registry, scandisked, defragged, uninstalled and reinstalled the DVD app. No luck.
Finally I reinstalled Windows. Partial success. A different error from before (but the same from both) from ITunes and the DVD app (I’ve blanked on the name of the app.).
Then I tried good old VLAN again (open a disc), but instead of clicking on DVD(menu), I just clicked on DVD. Success.
I feel cursed, but that’s nothing new. I’m used to it. I cope. I carry on. I cry, dry my eyes, hike up my pants, and keep slogging on towards my date with Destiny, a tall, red-haired stripper I met in Brampton back in 96.
PS, I am 5 days short of being 1 year shy of being 50 years less than a century. Save the parties for next year. This year just love. (That means presents, because love is intangible and presents aren’t.)