This is truly a milestone week for me. I've been using all my spare
time, which is to say all my time, getting MoSup ready for her visit to
see the new Pope. Since telephone rates from Europe are
exorbitant, and since—as she pointed out to her sister—we have never
gone a single day in our 82 years of marriage without talking to each
other, I needed a plan.. I got the bright idea to polish up my 7 year-old Acer
Aspire notebook, and harness its powerful Intel Atom CPU NC70 @1.608Hz
and 93.38 GB of available memory—and 10" display— to power
Skype. I ain't never used Skype before, but all my kids use it
(on their fancy Apples) to interface
with each other. I down loaded and installed it, and now
what? Shit. I'll deal with that later.
Next thing I had to set up her e-mail, because JFC, can;t be missing
those gardening tips and sewing machine projects. Iit's been
years since I set up her Verizon e-mail, and none of the passwords or
account names are working. I'll have to call Verizon and
find out WTF her e-mail particulars are.. Shit.I'll deal with that
Of course the first thing I had to do is sanitize the
thing. It's been so long since I used it on road trips that, you
know, some stuff might have gotten on there. What happens if Pope
Francis admires her notebook, and asks to see it? And he pushes
some wrong keys and up pops Paris Hilton in sporting mode?
Or her plane is hijacked, And the Islamos something
I did a full scrub, a full defrag and a full everything., then dabbed
some holy water on it. It's still slow as shit, so I'll be
interested to see how it handles Skype.
This is where the milestone comes in. My grandaughter (4ys) got
for Christmans what I thought was a toy I-Pad. Oh no. The
sumbittch has Skype on it. She and the princess are coming tomorrow to
show me --SHOW US! how to use it. I may look like I'm only
75, but I damn sure feel like 76 (after a certain point, nothing more
changes. What's gonna shrink has done shrunk, and what gonna
ache, does, always.
But Hey! Soon as she leaves, it's PAR-TAY TIME. sigh
Salesmen will understand. When I find something that excites me,
I am compelled to
tell people about it. I'm also naturally prone to
stuff, even afterjust a short test drive. This sometime
comes back to
bite me in the ass, like when I waxed all flowery about LILLIE:
"This BBC series is magnificent on several
levels, not the least of
which is it's intimate look at Victorian Age London ..."
Problem was, I had only watched a few episodes when I wrote that.
the action moved from London to America, the whole thing fell
The characters were boring and not believable; the sets
immediately jumped ship, but felt guilty at having led others
into a trap. An event that would naturally send them cursing and
pretermit future recommendations.
Same thing happened with SPOOKS.
Almost immediately calling it "the
best television action series ever made," it went into full blown, anti
George Bush BBC liberal mode. I have since skipped several
but am recently rewarded when Adam Carter gets blown away.
The BBC is no more to be trusted than NBC.
But, Prime Suspect.
In April I called it the "Best
I just watched the 15th, and last episode, and it is all of that.
Confirmed with a ++. Premiering in December 1992, it lasted until
October 2006. Helen
Mirren's 30 year career as Detective Inspector Jane Tennison evolves,
almost in real time. In those 14 years she ages gracefully, but
fell in love with Mirren, and this week's public
rant fits perfectly Jane Tennison, who by the end had become
an alcoholic. Bravo. Best Ever.
By the bye, it happened that just afterwards I watched what I thought
was the 81st, and last, episode of Midsomer Murder.
There was no great acting here, nor brilliant screen play. And it
decidedly about showing the worst side of Britain's landed
it was like chicken soup, or a sail on the bay. Something to
exorcise demons after a day of too much Obama. I just now discovered it has continued,
retired Chief Inspector Tom Barnaby's cousin, John, taking
him. That series in not in the NetFlix line-up, but I assume it
pop up soon.