State of the knotwork

We now have three countem three computers, all accessing the net (more or less) through the very same router, on the very same wireless network, with the very same network name and SSID and key and what not, no one of which will talk to any of the other two. And all I can think is "how very British." I suppose they're all waiting for one of the others to make the first conversational move.

I managed to get this one to boot up again by abandoning the software that came with the dongle and resorting to Windows' own. As a consequence, possibly, my signal strength, which was "Excellent", will now not rise above "Low" and the thing keeps spontaneously losing the signal altogether--no, check that, that seems to have been caused by having the dongle resting on the desk rather than swinging on its cable down by my feet. Fine, then, let it swing. At least the damn thing does something now.

I'm really not blasé about computers. I think that what they promise is marvellous, and when they actually deliver on the promise it's even better. But I do believe that when we truly understand the principles on which they work (that is to say, when the principles on which they work are no longer a collection of paradoxes and trick questions all shoved in a box labelled "QUANTUM MECHANICS: Not Supposed To Make Sense") computers will become a great deal more reliable.

ANyway.

I have a great deal of shifting of stuff to do before I can start hoovering, and drops to administer, so away with me. Have a peaceful Sunday, everybody.

Short break

A great quantity of lumber shifted into a very small space in the loft, a slightly smaller quantity at last dumped, and me knackered.

That just leaves the tidying, hoovering, dusting, gardening, laundry, bottoming out my workroom in case some brave and pretzel-shaped person needs to bed down there, sanitising the kitchen, food planning and provisioning, and of course a regular routine of eye drops for my beloved. If I wasn't looking forward to this weekend so much I might be daunted. (Cries of "No, no," and the person at the back who added "Nanette" can help me with the dishes.)

Okay, off I go again.

Now doing catch-up viewing with the Countess

Oh, I get it. Pullman's doing de Niro.

I wonder how many actors make their careers wholly or in part out of impressions of other actors? Apart from Johnny Depp, I mean.

*crickets*

Never mind.