Flashback

The story of the bomb from uncle John

Long before Uncle John became known as Crazy uncle John, he did some pretty crazy things.

Casting my minds eye back to my childhood, I can remember such delights as him placing a pillow on top of a slightly ajar door so that it would fall onto the next person to enter the room. In this case it was my mother, carrying a plate of spaghetti bolognese, which received the pillow and got uncle John a telling off of great magnitude.

Childhood, or at least my childhood, was pretty good fun with uncle John around. He showed me stuff like how to ink dots onto the page of paperback books so that when you flicked through it looked like the dot was moving. He told me all about the Gemini and Apollo missions with all the intensity that I believed he had been there to witness each blast off. Add to that launching water/air propelled rockets in the park across the road and we have one cool uncle. Into the bargain, he also showed me how to make Hydrogen with a couple of bits of copper wire and a Scalectrix transformer at some point along the way. Not your conventional slippers and pipe uncle by any means.

The particular incident from the title came one lazy afternoon when I had stolen myself away in the attic to read uncle John’s collection of Mad magazines. Whether he still has them or not, I don’t know, but the collection was awesome and although I didn’t always get the gags, I appreciated the way they were put together and the crazy stuff between the covers. Each issue would end with a folding scene on the back cover – most of which had only been partially folded and I was so worried about ruining uncle John’s magazines that I would carefully push the folding points together, trying not to let them crease, before taking a best guess at the odd scene it was depicting. But I digress.

There I am, up the loft, when uncle John comes up to work on some stuff. Not sure what, but I think he was moving boxes around or something – tidying up. After a while of my inane 8 or 9 year old style chatter, uncle John produced a glass cylinder from one of the boxes he was moving around.

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Sound Bites

Not being a Mac owner, I don’t really feel the need to wax lyrical about every minute upgrade or new piece of software I get for my computer. (Unlike some! (o; ). However, this time I’m going to make an exception.

On Wednesday night I wanted to use Wave Studio – a piece of software that comes with Creative Labs’ Soundblaster audio cards. As it wasn’t installed, I had to find the disk (okay, Fliss found the disk) and then install it. By default the installation program installed a set of drivers for the sound card into the bargain – these were very old drivers, but I thought nothing of it. On that night, up until I shut the computer down, everything was fine and dandy.

Of course, replacement software drivers don’t always come into effect until you restart.

The following night when Fliss was using the machine it suddenly slowed to a crawl, and despite my best efforts to undo whatever I’d done, it looked like there was no going back with the aged sound card I had. It hasn’t worked very well with recent games like Battlefield 1942 and as it isn’t getting any younger I decided that replacing it would cure the ills of my PC.

Along to PC World I went – not a place of choice for an uber-geek like myself, but it’s all that’s available in my neck of the woods. I picked up an ultra cheap Philips sound card – only ?24.99 (?30 on the box for some reason) and waited until today to try it out. This is when I realised why I didn’t know Philips made sound cards. It sucked – that and it just would not install – and despite an hour and a half downloading the latest drivers, the sound card and the PC would not talk to one another.

I raced back to PC world just before closing time, primed for a confrontation as I prepared to berate a spotty teenage shop assistant into giving me a refund. What I found, however, was something quite different. I was served by a man who not only knew what he was doing, but gave me the full refund for the card (taking it off the Soundblaster Live! that I opted for) without question. I was in and out in less than five minutes.

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Nobody’s fool

Okay… this isn’t terribly exciting at all, unless you’re me, but it’s the first time I’ve spotted a “goof” on the imdb where I actually worked out that it wasn’t a goof.

For the movie Demolition Man the imdb lists as a goof that The “morality monitors” site all their violators by name. Each time Phoenix makes a violation, it just says “You are fined…”

But Pheonix wasn’t “chipped” like everyone else because he escaped from the cryo-prison facility. That meant that the morality monitors had no way of knowing his name. So the movie is actually completely correct.

Yay!

I’ve submitted the form to get them to correct this, and for some reason I’m quite pleased with myself. Granted it’s a film not to everyone’s taste, but it does feature Sandra Bullock looking exceptionally not bad and it’s set in the future, too. All good things by me! =o)

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