Just back from the dentist, complete with three fillings, less money and half a tongue. Well, that’s what it feels like.
The mouth in the mirror doesn’t seem to have any fillings at all. Must be some kind of trickery. Maybe the drill was actually hypnotising me with its high-pitched whining.
Chris and Melanie showed off their new Media PC last night. Quite a few nice features, like photo slideshows while you listen to music, plus the usual “pause live TV” stuff.
I managed to crash it in two button-presses. Chris had shown one of my
videos that he’d downloaded,
and I pressed down-arrow and OK to return to some menu or other. Only it hung on OK. I performed the usual press-random-buttons manoeuvre, but it needed a hardware reset to poke it into life again. Naturally it insisted on checking the disk for problems, all the usual Windows gubbins. It finished by proudly presenting a Windows desktop, followed by a “Such-and-such program has had to close due to a problem” dialog, much to my surprise and amusement.
More work needed there, I think. (As Alan Cooper, in The Inmates are Running the Asylum, would say: “What do you get if you cross a computer with a TV? A computer”.)