8 Dec 2017

And Then, A Thought...

Christmas is coming and the begging adverts are coming thick and fast on TV. Well, thicker and faster then, and one advert in particular got me thinking.

A good while ago I posted in relation to how annoying it can be to end up in a queue at the till or checkout and find out in front is an elderly person who is slowly sorting change while talking incessantly to the cash register operative rather than filling their shopping bag. It later dawned on me that this moment is probably the only time that old person gets to talk to anybody at all and they’re taking full advantage of the moment.

Then  along comes the the TV advert stressing the loneliness of so many old folk which must be especially acute at this time of year. Then I remembered mocking those ‘interactive’ tin cans that seem to be so popular{?} and phones with such as Siri or Alexa or Bixby or Cortana or whatever.

Then I saw from A K Haart that AlphaGo Zero – no, me neither ‘till I saw that – has learned to play chess within moments and is, allegedly,  beating all-comers. Now I may be well behind the curve on this but wouldn’t you think that one or all of these ‘assistants’ could be programmed with a similar form of artificial intelligence giving it/them the ability, after a short learning curve to discover what Gladis or George  likes and dislikes, to hold a rudimentary conversation and thus become  a little company in a can for the lonely elderly. Would – could that work?

Quote;  Lois Lowey.

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

7 Dec 2017

And Then A Lack Of Guidance...

Into the bedroom and double checked the kit for stripping the old wallpaper. Step ladder, brush, bucket containing water with a dash of washing-up liquid and a scraper. Pre job safety meeting held with myself at which time I agreed with me to attempt not to hurt myself.

Okay, let’s go. Soak the first wall and start. Top pattern paper off, re-soak the backing paper and scrape. And that is when I stopped, looked around, went downstairs and pulled every bit of documentation that came with the steps, the brush, the bucket and the scraper. Having gone through a total of eight hundred pages of data and health and safety information relating to the above kit, washing-up liquid included, I found absolutely no warning that scraping old wallpaper, wet thus reactivating the adhesive, would make such a mess of unimaginable proportions.

I’m now sitting here figuring out who to make a claim against first as this is obviously down to the manufacturers of the kit and their total dereliction of duty relating to the care of the perpetually stupid.

Hay, that’s how it works these days, right?

Finally, here’s another top Foggy tip if you’re planning on doing this stripping thingy yourself:
The bucket of water? If using a regular sized bucket, place no more than an absolute maximum of one inch of water therein as regardless of the amount of water you put in your bucket eventually you’ll step backwards and kick the bucket, as it were, over and, trust me on this, one inch of spilled water is so much quicker and easier to clean up in a hurry than a full, half, quarter or whatever bucket load. Again, no guidance on this came with the copious bucket documentation...

Quote;  George Carlin.

“Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.”

            Harlan Ellison.

“The two most common elements in the universe are Hydrogen and stupidity.”

3 Dec 2017

And Then, That Is That...

Wot is wot then? That would be the ceiling skim plastering job I was dreading. All done and looking good. Just need to let it dry for a week or couple then paint and that’ll be JD.

The preparation, important, was a long messy process as there were two layers of a paper much loved by my generation - wood chip, interspersed with years of coatings of emulsion and gloss paint and by the time that lot came off the original plaster surface was a mess thus the need for a skim.

After the prep work and weighing-up the skim job it went amazingly trouble free. I got a proper plasterer in and wot it cost, surprisingly not too much at all, was a gift compared to the pain and heartache I’d have inflicted upon myself attempting, at my age, to do it myself. And four hours for a smooth ceiling done by a professional compared to four weeks of lumpy misery for me; no contest.

Moving on to strip and re-paper the big bedroom next. I can do that. Paper hanging can be quite a relaxing and satisfying task. Can be. On the other hand...

By-the-by Mrs May-Day, it would seem you also enjoy a bit o’ do it yourself. However, it’s a mystery to us folk down here as to what exactly it is you’re attempting to do. Tell you wot, you hang wallpaper while them from down the pub sort the country out. Judging by how you’re getting on, I’m betting the pub ‘politicians’  could get the country sorted satisfactorily before you even got the paper picked.

Quote;  Ze Frank.

“Having someone do certain things for you is like getting someone to chew your food for you. It might be easier to swallow but it loses all its flavour... And you want the flavour!”

30 Nov 2017

And Then, Plastering...

In and out today as I’m getting ready to skim plaster tomorrow. No big deal other than it’s a ceiling and I’m rubbish at plastering walls so it should be fun. Yeah, right. We will see. It do take my mind off the shambles all around me at the moment though what with the Brexit debacle and now everyone slamming Trumpton for Tweeting uncomfortable home truths. Seems to me that all these PC folk just haven’t got a clue how to handle this pesky non-PC person with power. 

Anyhoo, just here to put this up wot I saw over at Nourishing Obscurity and I’m sticking it here so I don’t misplace it as it did make me smile a while.


Quote;  Zig Ziglar.

“Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude “