Presenting tmSd on Tour: Quality tmSd banter from places that are not my house.
If you’re reading this, you’re probably expecting the normal lump of technical gibberish that tmSd has come to be known for. But no, I’m actually here in the cadet squadron’s main hall with that laptop in the presence of a band who are practicing – and I quote Mr. McDonald here – “As quiet as possible”
It’s certainly an interesting idea this. Any regular readers will know that I am a member of the Air Training Corps here in the UK. Turns out that the squadron has had the idea of making a band. Not a marching band, like you might expect but a regular band. It’s an awesome idea – made far more awesome by the fact that the sight of someone in RAF working blue uniform with an electric guitar is far weirder and far cooler than one might initially imagine.
Well, why am I here? I was originally going to pitch myself to play the keyboard, but it seems that my skills – which I haven’t practiced for getting on six months.. shame on me – are shot down by pretty much everyone else who turned up.
So until Monday, when I can bring down my keyboard, I’m playing the tambourine. Hooray!
So here I am, writing on the lappy in Openoffice. Note that I’m using Openoffice because there’s no wireless internet card here and I’m sorry, but I simply have a mental block where it comes to making the squadron’s wired internet work.
With the other laptop – which has a PCMCIA slot – it would be a matter of whacking in a big card with a little wire coming out of it and plugging the RJ45 (which may or may not be the right name for this particular plug) into the tiny socket on the wire and the Ubuntu system tray would light up with the wonderous glow of an “OMG YOU CAN CONNECT” warning.
Predictably, my far more modern laptop doesn’t have a PCMCIA or a PC Express slot.
Well, my usual attempt would be to whack the plug into the socket on the back of the laptop that looks pretty much the same. No such luck, as the alien components inside this thing do not seem to grasp the notion that I might just want to get onto the internet.
And yes, I did cave in to presumable pressure about the lack of technical gibberish. I love technical gibberish!
The band has just finished playing “Give me some lovin'” by the Blues Brothers.
Well, the laptop’s battery is bound to run flat sometime soon. I should probably put some effort into a witty signoff but I frankly can’t be arsed.
Plus the battery would probably run out just as I fini-
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