During this Present Break in Normal Service
Over the last three weeks I have become well acquainted...if not over acquainted...with the marvels of streaming technology. When I was last confined to my bed in 2012 I installed a forty inch flat screen television as the main monitor in my office. This is the room where I am the confinee...hmm, I may have made up a new word there...during this present break in normal service.
Being an 'IT Professional' brings with it several issues and the worst of these...other than damp hands and the inability to converse with the opposite sex...is a serious addiction to technology. The office is home to two micro servers, one full size tower PC, a UPS...no not an American parcel delivery firm, it's an Uninterruptable Power Supply..., two scanners, a printer, one vADSL router, one cable router, two gigabit switches, several metric tons of miscellaneous computer bits and three monitors one of which is the aforesaid 40 inch TV.
Since it was a television I also had it connected to the aerial so that I could get Freeview. I have spent quite a considerable portion of the last 17 years setting up, fixing, testing and swearing at a variety of computers that have been connected via a TV card to my TV aerial.
I have spent a not inconsiderable amount of time clambering over my own roof trying to get the fucking aerial to work properly, reattaching it to the chimney when it falls off, adding new cable to try and get it to work in the kitchen, crawling around under my house like some demented miner hauling swathes of co-axial cable in order to introduce cable into new rooms...Hi, Kitchen this is Co-axial Cable, Co-axial Cable this is Kitchen, you get the idea. At one point I thought I was more than likely to emulate Rod Hull and I would shuffle off this mortal coil whilst trying to adjust the aerial in a force 10 gale and end up introducing myself to the living room via the conservatory roof...if we'd had a conservatory that is, it was more likely that I would just introduce myself to the ground with terminal consequences.
I could of course have got satellite TV but I have an unreasonable dislike of the Murdoch family and can't say I'm that keen on Mr Branson either. Mind you we'll probably get cable TV in Butcombe when hell finally freezes over so my dislike of the bearded fuckwit has no real bearing on our source of TV. This is leading somewhere...honest.
I find myself 5 years later in the same bed, looking at the same TV however these days there is no aerial cable. There is no real reason for one, these days, any amount of tedious fuckwittery can be streamed directly off the Interweb. I have watched a shed load of TV over the last three weeks...mind you it could be one of those tiny sheds you buy from Wickes with just enough room for one spade and not even enough space to conceal a moderately small corpse. However, I am referring to a more expansive shed, the type that can conceal several tractors and maybe a caravan or two...Jeez that was a long digression, I've completely lost the thread...TV, sheds?...ah yes, I have watched a shed load of TV, but I have also read roughly 15 novels and written something in the region of 10,000 words, all complete drivel admittedly but I have had to write each and every one of them.
This is not to tell you how industrious I've been but to give some idea of the amount of time I have had to fill. The problem with me is that I will start watching a series on Netflix and I will end up watching about 5 episodes, then I will get bored and start reading a book. Once I've finished the book I will almost certainly not go back to the series, no I'll start another one, then I'll get bored and start reading. This has been going round and round for the last 4 weeks and so I now have about 15 series on the go interspersed with films and books.
It's a bloody good thing I'm back working as I am rapidly running out of things to watch and things to read which would leave me writing and you really don't want me to write any more of this utter bilge.
Cheers
Charlie
Being an 'IT Professional' brings with it several issues and the worst of these...other than damp hands and the inability to converse with the opposite sex...is a serious addiction to technology. The office is home to two micro servers, one full size tower PC, a UPS...no not an American parcel delivery firm, it's an Uninterruptable Power Supply..., two scanners, a printer, one vADSL router, one cable router, two gigabit switches, several metric tons of miscellaneous computer bits and three monitors one of which is the aforesaid 40 inch TV.
I have spent a not inconsiderable amount of time clambering over my own roof trying to get the fucking aerial to work properly, reattaching it to the chimney when it falls off, adding new cable to try and get it to work in the kitchen, crawling around under my house like some demented miner hauling swathes of co-axial cable in order to introduce cable into new rooms...Hi, Kitchen this is Co-axial Cable, Co-axial Cable this is Kitchen, you get the idea. At one point I thought I was more than likely to emulate Rod Hull and I would shuffle off this mortal coil whilst trying to adjust the aerial in a force 10 gale and end up introducing myself to the living room via the conservatory roof...if we'd had a conservatory that is, it was more likely that I would just introduce myself to the ground with terminal consequences.
I could of course have got satellite TV but I have an unreasonable dislike of the Murdoch family and can't say I'm that keen on Mr Branson either. Mind you we'll probably get cable TV in Butcombe when hell finally freezes over so my dislike of the bearded fuckwit has no real bearing on our source of TV. This is leading somewhere...honest.
I find myself 5 years later in the same bed, looking at the same TV however these days there is no aerial cable. There is no real reason for one, these days, any amount of tedious fuckwittery can be streamed directly off the Interweb. I have watched a shed load of TV over the last three weeks...mind you it could be one of those tiny sheds you buy from Wickes with just enough room for one spade and not even enough space to conceal a moderately small corpse. However, I am referring to a more expansive shed, the type that can conceal several tractors and maybe a caravan or two...Jeez that was a long digression, I've completely lost the thread...TV, sheds?...ah yes, I have watched a shed load of TV, but I have also read roughly 15 novels and written something in the region of 10,000 words, all complete drivel admittedly but I have had to write each and every one of them.
This is not to tell you how industrious I've been but to give some idea of the amount of time I have had to fill. The problem with me is that I will start watching a series on Netflix and I will end up watching about 5 episodes, then I will get bored and start reading a book. Once I've finished the book I will almost certainly not go back to the series, no I'll start another one, then I'll get bored and start reading. This has been going round and round for the last 4 weeks and so I now have about 15 series on the go interspersed with films and books.
It's a bloody good thing I'm back working as I am rapidly running out of things to watch and things to read which would leave me writing and you really don't want me to write any more of this utter bilge.
Cheers
Charlie
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