My new work phone is an iPhone. Previously, I had a Blackberry. Said Blackberry was pretty shit, but it sort of worked. For work. The battery life was amazing, even after a few years. It was ugly, but bounced well in the pub.
Anyway, this is my new work phone.
It’s dark; yes. I’m in a pub. That’s OK because the phone is in a protective case (bought personally from eBay for two quid).
Note the Apple logo though. I’ve owned Apple phones in the past and the logo was, in my experience, distinctive but unobtrusive.
Unobtrusive as in seamless to the touch. Let’s focus on on that now.
Unfortunately, I find my my work phone irritating. Because the logo on its back has a definite ridge on one side.
I have an obvious theory (hypothesis, I guess, since this hasn’t been tested in a controlled environment), that HM Government is providing users with commercially rejected products. Hence the logo sharpness on my work phone.
This all reinforces my personal phone preference for Android.
While representing good value for the taxpayer.
When we had snow a few weeks ago, and there was the usual public transport failure, I met a bloke in the bus station in Washington. We complained about having to walk part way because nudes can no longer climb (clear and gritted) hills.
Anyway, I see him pretty much every night, since I increased my working hours due to an impending deadline.
We mostly discuss the timeliness of the X1, but last night the conversation became more interesting.
We talked about Jung.
It’s a long time since I was 21.
Around 15 or 16 years ago, I built a bookcase in an alcove in the living room. The project took a full day, finishing well into the evening.
I still like the bookcase, although I could improve the design were I to do it over again.
Recently, my second in command decided that our small living room would appear larger without the bookcase. A compromise was reached; a new bookcase upstairs would replace living room storage.
Today, the replacement bookcase arrived. Naturally, we’d not paid attention to dimensions, so I was a little overwhelmed by its size.
Of course, the bookcase is too large for its planned position. It’s too heavy to carry upstairs anyway. Which means it now resides in our small living room.
The original bookcase will soon be removed, with the outcome of reduced net space. Measurements may be checked when future purchases are considered.
It’s a lovely thing though.
Another chapter in the Shopping Trolleys of Washington.
That last picture could look great on the cover.
Big laptop, little laptop.
Well, I was impressed with Clem Burke’s performance last night. Buying tickets was something of a random act a few months ago, I had mixed feelings over a gig with a tribute band and thought there was a chance it could go horribly wrong.
But it didn’t. Bootleg Blondie were surprisingly good and Mr Burke was very much centre stage. My only regret is cancelling my day off today.
It was, though, somewhat disheartening to learn that it’s now 40 years since Parallel Lines was released. I still have my original copy.