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Sunday 4th December 2005
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Well, this is all very odd. I've still got this laptop thingy running Windows XP, so I thought I would listen to some of my music whilst playing Microsoft Flight Simulator 2004. There wasn't really much music on the laptop (and the quality of the free online radio stations was just doing my head in), so I thought I might just transfer some of the stuff on the other machine over to the laptop. You would think that would be simple enough . . . but no. I installed some software to do the SSH/SFTP thing and, when it wasn't whinging about 'license keys', it just refused to connect to the other machine . . . authentication error or some rubbish. Uninstall Ipswitch WS_FTP and try out WinSCP, something written under the GNU license. That works fine, and I'm transferring files like a good 'un. Trouble is, quite a lot of my music files have been compressed using the Ogg Vorbis codec, and Windows XP ain't too sure what that means. And I still don't quite understand how to line my plane up with runways . . . I keep landing dozens of metres to the left or right thereof (and probably reducing the vertical speed of a Boeing 747 from several hundred feet per second to zero (my altimeter was set
at zero when I left Heathrow, but I forgot about Leeds Bradford, EGNM, being several hundred feet above sea level. Oooops) can't have gone down too well with all my virtual passengers). I'm writing this on said laptop, via a SSH connection to the other machine (and therefore within a text-based text editor, hence possible profusion of spelling mistakes) on which this file is stored. Really need to sort out the remote desktop thing.
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But yeah . . . not really much happened today. M**** dragged A****** and myself to that church again. After the service, M**** spoke to the vicar/priest guy about 'christening' (?!) A******, and after a bit of a chat, he fetched us a form for us to fill in. Hmmmmmm. Essentially the form verifies our Catholic-ness, it seems. "So are you both catholic then?" the priest asked, looking at us both, "Yes," said M**** . . . "Erm, no, I just look after A******," said I, trying to justify why I was there. But yeah . . . then we went into town later on, did a bit of Christmas shopping. La di da, la la la la la. Oh, I think it's bed time. BYE!
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