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So, the Dell and the Apple are both now on ebay. Shinymac and Lapytopy will hopefully go to new owners, although to be honest, I doubt the Dell will sell. Added to the near 100 quid I got from the first auction I'm hoping that I'll get enough from the Apple (starting bid 580 quid) that a MacBook (or ideally, a MacBook Pro) will be mine. I doubt the latter, but the former's definately achievable. It's a little weird to think that in a week I won't actually have a 'main' computer. The RiscPC's a bit past it, and the EntMac's only connected to a TV (and not a HiDef one) so isn't really useable in that way.

The DAF's been ministered to, yesterday the throttle stuck open, the kink in the cable caught on the cable inner and it also seemed to possibly be unhooked at the pedal end. I've checked it over, and it shouldn't happen again - but when the new inner arrives (it's going to the new DAF) then I should hopefully be able to replace it without too much pain.

This time I shan't kink it.

I went to pick up Kathryn after work yesterday, missed her junction and got to travel all the way into London before I could turn around. The traffic was awful and I ended up being around 40 minutes late :( But, it did mean that Kathryn had the opportunity to go out for more driving practice yesterday, and we pootled around Slough. Apart from the incident with the pedals (before we moved at all) there weren't any problems, but the traffic was lousy, and it opted to snow, which was a little cruel. Today I'm hoping to put an hour or two into clearing the garden a bit. I'm just going to suck down my Chai.

I've been incredibly lazy today. Really, ridiculously lazy. Although, to be fair, it took me ages to get the Dell posted on e-bay. It's taken days, actually, 'cos the photo-upload wasn't working last night.

As a side point, I've been listening to far too much VV Brown and The Ting Tings. The bloody VV Brown song (Crying blood) keeps getting stuck in my head. Too damn catchy.

And I keep wandering about going 'Aaaaree yoooooooou caaaaaalling meeee darrrrrrlin(g)...'

I had something else to ramble about, but I've forgotten. I blame the Ting Tings.

Oh, no, I remember; I finally got around to entering Snapshot Hunter again. It's not a great shot, some of the ones up there are way better (already, and we're only on like the 6th photo), my excuse is that my camera dies after 8 photos now. Do I need new batteries? Yes I do. Not this month though, I think I've spent my money for this and next month.

Oh, and yes, my minimal bid is on the shite DAB adapter. I won the amplifier, so we're all go for taking the Radiomobile to bits. Anyway. Chai. Garden. Collect Kathryn.
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So, it's that time again (already?!) when I stay up most of the night to try and swing my body around to nights. This is, of course, tedious. I actually have something I want to be doing; I want to be capturing my mum and Paramito's wedding - I plugged in the Miglia box, went to load FCP and realised that FCP isn't installed anymore. Then I looked around the chaos that is the desk, and considered weeping openly. I checked the OS X box in the hope that, like Photoshop I'd've stuck the disks somewhere 'sensible'. But of course, I haven't. I've no idea where FCP is.

This is 'upsetting', to coin a phrase. It's what I'd planned for the entire evening. Capture and then FCP my evening away editing first M+P's, then Kathryn and my ceremonies.

I may have a solution though, so we'll see if it works out.

Anyhow, since I've got some time to kill, here's a little early on review of the Vibram Five Finger KSOs.

I'd been intrigued by these since [livejournal.com profile] howlsthunder  mentioned them, the concept of bare-footing without bare-footing, and the positive statements she'd made about stress on joints and comfort made me think, hrm, worth a shot. I'm used to paying around 15 quid for my runners, the most expensive shoes I've got are my £55 Doc Martens that I bought for work, and which, are now 5 years old and still in service. My *best* pair of shoes, which I wore to destruction were a pair of £6 boots from Bacons, or PriceLess or Shite-CheapoShoe in Birmingham (not even a particularly salubrious bit of Birmingham) - they were in a sale, and I loved and loved them.

So forking out around 60 quid for a pair of runners, not least runners which actually consist of, frankly, very little, was a bit difficult for me. That and the buggers wouldn't ship to the UK...

But having bitten the bullet, so to speak, I ordered them and they were delivered to Kathryn's Mom's house while we were in the States (just). We'd already left, but we were meeting up to say bye, and they kindly brought the runners with them. After a bit of wiggling I managed to get my toes in the right holes. It wasn't difficult per-se, but I have quite long and dexterous toes (monkey like ;) ). I proceeded to wander around the hotel lobby in a very odd way.

My first thought was that it was freeing, and also that the world seemed a more tactile place.

I've not managed to get much wear time in; my job means I can't wear them at work, but I've worn them to the shops, and just around about. And I think my first opinion was right. The world is just a more interesting, tactile place. I've always liked my experiences on the visceral side; mountains, sea, forests, fresh air, dirt. I drive a car with the minimum between me and the road because I want to *feel* the road. I ride a bike so I can feel the world going by. I take joy in the world. These shoes enhance that joy.

Going outside barefoot tends to hurt my puny feet. Pointy rocks and bits of jagged stuff dig in and make it an uncomfortable experience. The Fivefingers, well, it's like going barefoot. The difference between KSO's and a pair of ordinary runners is like the difference between, say, a Ford Mondeo and an Ariel Atom. I was concerned that the KSO's, like my ancient Lonsdale (OneStar clone) runners, would suffer from the thin sole making walking on Concrete or Tarmac (or any hard surface) uncomfortable. But the majority of my walking has been on such surfaces and it's not been a problem so far....although the sight of grass or earth or pebbles leads me to disregard any pretence of decorum and stalk over to whichever surface it is, then walk about on it like a cat, while saying "OOoooh, textured!" (or possibly "Pebbles!").

I've found that zipping up and down stairs and perching, my balance is better. My toes are able to do their job and curl around things or adjust my posture to make me more stable (and lord knows, I need stability ;) ).

The only bad things I've found are that there's no ability to try them on before you buy; mine are very marginally smaller than I'd like, I think, but Howlsthunder suggested that the next size up is actually 'huge', since they don't do half-sizes. I think the next size up would be too big, but I'd like to check. I'm sure that with wearing the KSO's and me'll get used to each other. It's really a couple of millimeters I want, and just on one toe (the big / great toe).

The other thing is people's reactions to them; most people don't look that closely at your shoes, but Paramito's comment I suspect sums their opinion up when they do: "Grotesquely ugly". I actually don't think they're ugly at all; interesting is the word I'd've applied. It perhaps doesn't help that mine are the black/black KSOs, which essentially swarth your feet in a layer of black material and plastic. But quite honestly, these aren't shoes for people who care about what people think. If you spend your life wondering whether you're looking suitably fashionable and cool, these aren't the shoes for you.

But they are the shoes for me, 'cos while I don't want people to go 'ugh' when they see me, I'd rather be reasonably comfortable than knacker my knees any day :)

And there endeth today's review.

Quick pop quiz, is Katy Perry's song 'I Kissed A Girl' derogatory or not? I quite enjoy it, in that way that I do, but then I have my concerns about an artist who's toured US churches and makes comments on her Christianity. Previous knowledge suggests that US Churches, as a rule, do not look on being gay favourably.... and that makes me 'suspicious'. Unfortunately it's a boppy bouncy song, and I'm known for liking boppy bouncy songs.

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Well, indirectly. So I went in to be a good little consumer today, and I spent the voucher that the nice patient gave (lots of staff) on my old ward; I now have two new bras which, unlike my other white bras, are actually white; and unlike all my other bras are not yet misshapen strange bits of rag. This was partially prompted by my 'good' black bras developing a strange quiff affair at the top of the cup, I've tried everything to get rid of this, but it seems permanent.

I also spent the 30 quid that my rather nice old ward gave me before I departed for the shiny Emergency Department. Frustratingly HMV Shoppe was more expensive than HMV Online - but amazingly they had one copy of the Lucky Soul album. Which I relieved them of; and which is sounding very good. I was going to buy Green Wing, but their Green Wing DVDs were also 4 quid more per disk than online. Having accepted the 3 quid extra for the CD I was a little loathe to do that; and it would have meant I couldn't afford the whole series. But there, lurking on the sale shelf was Black Books, Series 1-3; which is now mine. Quite a haul really.

I then attempted, well, I'd attempted before without success, but I then attempted (after my purchases) to give my books which have been (hand) picked for disposal to a charity shop. Any charity shop (within limits). But I couldn't find any that were reachable by car. Or more accurately after touring incessantly, I found one, which I couldn't stop anywhere near.

So the books are still in the back of my car.

I'm hoping that when I go food shopping the shoppe will be less busy (a bit of a faint hope, really). This shopping however has put me in mind of what I watched yesterday; The End of Suburbia. It discusses what'll happen to suburbia when we hit and pass 'peak oil'; which either is soon or has happened, depending on who you ask.

At any rate, it's fairly much a warning of what is coming. But one thing which interests me is that people don't really get how much of a change will occur. And a lot of EV people seem not to have realised that plastic's going to be hard to get hold of when the oil's run out. It's all very well saying we'll build our EV's out of lightweight plastic; but.... What when there's no plastic. I do wonder about our society and what'll happen when we no longer have cheap  plastic, cheap goods, when the medicines start to run out (how many of these things are derived from oil?). The End of Suburbia also raised various interesting questions about power generation. I'm intrigued to know who's right though; they reckon biofuels are not likely to be a successful widespread solution, and I'd been kinda seduced by this Google techtalk on E85. So.. Mmm.

Anyway, makes you think. Or makes me think. I'd always intended that wherever I settle down would be more environmentally friendly than this place; if it's a build it yourself place then all limecrete and such; and with wind/solar generation (solar water heating, particularly). But yes, anyway, so I've been left thoughtful.

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I forgot to post on Snapshot hunter this week; it was meant to be this image - but I often forget which day I need to post things by. The most annoying thing is the two times I've forgotten I've had really good shots. Although I wasn't 100% decided I'd only uploaded this one for 'wet'. Anyhow.

 

In other news, here's some more new music. Indie pop, for those who're not wanting to use up clicks.

Tomorrow is my interview, and thus I should go to bed soon. I'm feeling a little teensy bit tense. Really quite tense. Incredibly tense. No, that's excessive. I'm quite tense though. I think I've got my four H's and four T's. I've thought of answers to the questions like 'why do you want to work in A&E' and 'what would make you a good A&E nurse'; I've got a couple of questions to ask, I know what I'm going to wear. I found my brief/attaché/whatever case and prep'd the folder with a few 'samples' of my portfolio. I think that's it.

It's still scary though. Wish me luck; I *want* this job.

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