I’m having the damndest time viewing videos today and it’s irritating the living HELL out of me. At first I thought it might be me, or rather my system, so I cleared my cache. Nothing. Then I closed out Firefox and re-opened it. No joy. So I rebooted the whole box, and things worked “normally”… for about six or seven minutes. And then: nothing. I click on a video…any video… and I get that swirly thingie in the center of the vid that indicates loading is in progress, but it’s clearly NOT. There’s also a message in Firefox’s status bar at the bottom of the screen that sez something to the effect of “connecting to cache.googlevideo.com” while the swirly thingie continues to swirl…but NO frickin’ video. This is driving me NUTS.
Which, as Mom used to say, is a short trip. A very short trip.
Further on “Procrastination…” It occurred to me last evening that one of my “issues” these days is the decided lack of nagging in my life. Now most men would consider this particular lack a blessing, and I most certainly DO… most of the time. But, let’s be honest about this, Guys. A lot of stuff gets done around the house (other places, too) simply because the nag-ee desperately wants the nag-er to STFU. Or more diplomatic words to that effect. Men being men, inertia will raise its ugly lil head in the absence of “motivation.” We’ll do what’s expedient, we’ll do the absolute minimum of what’s required to keep us breathing, fed, and smelling less bad to those we encounter, and we’ll most definitely accomplish things that must be done in the face of penalties…such as paying the bills on time. But we’ll also put off to the VERY LAST MICROSECOND those things we find distasteful or even boring. If left to our own devices, that is. In my current situation, for example, I find reading every single game recap and poring over obscure hockey stats infinitely preferable to, say, doing laundry. Especially since I haven’t even come close to tapping the
emergency vintage tee shirt supply, and I don’t wear socks once the temp is consistently over 60 degrees. Ergo: there’s no real need to do laundry, yet. That changes, once the supply of clean clothes runs out. Or: I’ll be off to the laundromat in my LAST clean tee shirt at the very last microsecond.
Necessity is the Mom of Execution in My World. NOT invention, as is commonly thought.
Oh. I don’t want a live-in nag, thankyouverymuch, if you’re thinking along those lines. Procrastination may be bad, but there are worse things in life.
I’ve been keeping a weather eye (heh) on the skies all day… we’re under a severe t-storm watch as I speak, and although there’s been storms all around P-Ville today we’ve received nary a drop. Lotsa wind, though.
Today’s Pics: From the “Wishing I Were Somewhere Else” files… and this place would be as good as any and better than MOST. An interior shot of my room at the Swissotel Hotel in A-dam, and the view from my window in that very same room. Taken during the Great European Divorce Tour of 1999.
Yes… we ARE scraping the bottom of the barrel. Time to fire up the ol’ scanner, innit?