SOUNDS

She’s Quite the Mediator

Figured out how to fully adjust the settings on the new Google Chromecast sometime after the first week of having it. By that point it had become a regular part of my network, with least two other devices frequently talking to it. I immediately reckoned it ought to be bestowed with a proper name, upon learning that the name actually can be changed. For easy identification on the network. Just like I do with all my other devices. “Chromecast” (the factory default) is just not a memorable network identifier. It’s the technological equivalent of naming your dog “Dog”.

After weighing the pros and cons of several worthy options (and at least one completely inappropriate one), I named the Chromecast after a song Bob Seger once wrote in homage to a certain Windsor radio legend. Although it was Thin Lizzy’s better-known cover version of said song that ultimately inspired the name.


Further investigation revealed that Rosalie’s remote control is a Bluetooth-enabled gizmatron that can also be given a name. So I called the remote control Eddie Willers, because it’s been pretty much abandoned and left for dead since I figured out how to control it all with my phone. Which I call Little Suzi.

There’s a story behind all those neglected Facebook notifications…

SOUNDS

The Great Pumpkin Has Been Kind To Me This Year

I never win anything, but I won a big screen TV. Being a student still has a few perks, I guess. While it’ll certainly be something to watch the Leafs get their asses handed to them in spectacular hi def this season, I’m totally loving the fact that Sweet Lorraine (my laptop) can talk to this thing and tell it to play my music in such a way that the notes shatter my bones.


FEELS

Your Grandkids’ Teachers Will Probably Be Droids

Droids that no one will have the hots for. Except maybe a few fetishistic machinosexual types. There is little doubt in my mind such people exist. I’ve seen some pretty weird shit.

I formerly worked in the Internet business in addition to spending the last two years doing everything under the sun online because of that microscopic Ghatanothoa. Coding React modules was my stress-baking. One would think attending a lecture in a classroom where the instructor is two hours away in another city shouldn’t feel weird. Yet it does. Just a tad. For some reason. 

Not quite as weird as this, but still…