The bad news is that the red element of the back-light of my LCD Screen blew last night—the good news that it's covered by a three-year warrantee and it's only 13 months old. So now it's dig out the original invoice, find the box it came in and pack it up for the trip back to the store I got it from—it's still in business. So far the seven-year-old IBM Screen that my ViewSonic replaced is still working. It's how I confirmed it was the screen and not my video card that was the problem. Remembered I still had it sitting around in a corner of my dining room just before I went to the work of unhooking my new 32 inch LCD TV and lugging it downstairs to see if it actually does work as a computer screen—it does have the input. The difference in colour profile takes some getting used to and after a ¼ inch bezel an inch and a half makes quite an impression, (edge of the screen).
Just changed the black ink-jet cartridge on my Canon i560 printer—it's been telling me I'm about to run out of ink for three months now. Good thing I didn't panic.
Friday I had to work overtime—I was strongly encouraged to not forced. When I work overtime it means that the rest of the office is going to get more householders than they'd prefer to see. It's the kind of scenario that leaves no one happy. The day's servitude confirmed my intention to celebrate Saint Paddy's Day early by eating out after work. Dropped into East Side Mario's where I preceded to stuff myself while I read two week's worth of NOW Magazines picked up at the local HMV. Enjoyed it with a draft, I not a fan of dye in my beer thank you very much. Even sprang for the only item on the dessert menu that's free of nuts and chocolate and a coffee. Despite an hour and a half to unwind it still took time to purge work from my mind and finally have my belated afternoon nap. In the evening watched the final episodes of Season one of JAG. One of the pleasures of getting entire seasons of a show is the opportunity to see installments one missed the first time, even if it is a decade later. Season one culminates in one of those classic cliff-hanger endings that closes with one of those "To be continued" screens. Imagine my annoyance when I got out Season 2 and discovered that it did not begin with a resolution of that cliff-hanger—indeed the situation is only mentioned in passing three quarters of the way through the first episode. I suppose the fact the series was dropped by its original network and only picked up later by another might have a bearing on this. Tacky nevertheless. I suppose I might have learned more if I'd listened to the commentary.
The sun that streamed in my balcony window earlier today belies the ugly storm that blew in overnight Friday and Saturday. Friday evening was ominously quiet but the sleet and snow certainly followed—during the day Friday the temperature plunged. The storm came in from the south-east so it didn't rattle my windows but apparently had quite an impact south and east of us. The OPP reported 300 + accidents on the highways they patrol. I had nowhere to go that necessitated my risking those driving conditions. Even those who know how to handle a vehicle in those conditions face being the victims of those who don't. I remember a trip I took in February some years ago nearly 900 miles to Kansas City, Missouri. On the way to I was moved to pass thirty tractor trailers that had jack-knifed in the cross-wind the night before. On the way home, 20 miles from home I took my foot off the gas when I realized I was driving on a highway glazed with black ice and coasted to a two mile-long stop 100 feet short of the traffic jam ahead. The car in front of me slammed on his breaks and went into a four-wheel skid rotating 720º clockwise and then 540º counter-clockwise ending up 200 feet down an embankment facing toward the highway. Miraculously during all those pirouettes the car did not roll but it did manage to clip 5 other cars in the process. I was certainly thankful to be a detached witness. Ah well, Spring arrives this week.
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