It hasn't quite been a normal day (Edgar and I aren't feeling up to snuff), so no animal post today either. Honest, I will tomorrow.
Neat things about my car:
- the doors not only lock as you start driving, but they unlock when you remove the key after turning the car off
- the side mirrors are heated - it comes on with the rear window defroster
- it corners on a dime
- great shock absorption
The neatest thing about my car:
- it's mine!
- 16:36 Just came across a cyclist down on the road, thankfully he's okay and now on his way home #
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ah, Brazil
a movie whose tagline should have been (but wasn't): Mistakes?
We don't make mistakes
yet we do. we do make mistakes, as in all bureaucracies, and someone will be found to blame.
Brazil is Terry Gilliam's dystopian vision of a not-too-far-future from a present that took an odd turn around the 1930's. there are many anachronisms and technical hybrids like old typewriters hooked up to tv screens and rotary telephones with amplifiers. the scenery and architecture are similarly affected: the public buildings pay hommage to 1930's German expressionism (think Metropolis), while apartments and other living spaces are oddly futuristic, with large numbers of exposed ducts everywhere.
the story references George Orwell's 1984 and Franz Kafka's The Trial. the unnamed government bureaucracy has made a mistake by eliminating a Mr. Buttle rather than Mr. Tuttle, who's believed to be a terrorist of some kind. a low-level employee of the Ministry of Information, Sam Lowry, is assigned to investigate. in this process, Lowry meets a neighbor of the widow Buttle, who is the same woman Lowry has been seeing in dreams. Lowry meets the renegade Tuttle...
...and things get complicated.
the world of Brazil, while different from ours, is not that different. consider a day at work in the Ministry of Information
and I only had to hang up on tech support in India once (a record for me!).
turns out that all i needed was my IP address. i eventually figured out how to hit the modem to see it (gee - just like hitting the router, but you have to be plugged in to the modem).
for future reference, the key to everything is
192.168.1.1
of course, if I can't get into the internet, I'll never be able to find that. So I used my label maker to put all the vital info on the router itself.
I hope I have at least another 2 years before I go through this again.
Fuckity FUCK. I just tried to post and upload a video. I got the following existential error message from Vox:
"Sadly, your search couldn’t be completed. You could try again, but it still might not work. The world is a very unpredictable place. For this, we are truly sorry."That sounds very, um, Protestant.