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Landing in Brussels one hour late under a cover of mist, -4 degrees Celsius, a thin layer of snow covering the whole airfield. 12 missed calls and 5 voice mail messages. Is this the life, or what ? Answers on a postcard.
Is Skype's UI as horrible on Windows as it is on Linux ? I am trying to do something as basic as saving the contents of my chat window. But ...
These are all the ways I know about other apps let you select text. Am I missing something obvious, or is it just not possible to save my Skype chat history ?
Last week I cleaned up my key chain. The Real Life one. I have this cool keychain with a circle and a twistable ring, and the circle has a rail on which you can slide three hangers, each with its own ring. It was a gift from a girlfriend after losing my previous cool keychain, which had a sort-of-almost-closed 8 loop, and a circle that slides over it, and a metal ball that locks into the circle keeping everything in place. But I digress. Yesterday I realized that one of the three hangers has a ring of ten bicycle lock keys, all for bikes I was beyond hope hoping to get returned to me sometime soon. Since with our move last week I finally stopped actually owning a bike, I decided it was time to let go of the keys. Half the weight gone. Then I noticed that I have door keys to five houses/appartments in the world. My old one here in Barcelona, my new one here in Barcelona, my parent's house in Gent, Kristien's place in Brussels, and our new apartment in Brussels. It made me wonder how the Brad Pitts of this world must have a huge key chain, what with all their desert island places and such. Then again, they probably have a Keymaster in full-time employ, flying ahead of them and turning up the heating and letting them in. I'll be happy to get rid of two sets of keys - my old Barcelona flat, which will now be inhabited by collague Alessandro, and Kristien's current place, which we will get rid of in February as we move into our brand new place. In completely unrelated news, congratulations to David on his productive week, including the world's second live streaming of Dirac. I did the first one two months ago actually, when I was at the EBU Open Source conference and got distracted for an hour. Of course, full credit is still due to Dave, because I just wrote some python code to wrap up his hard work. And of course, I'm only the first one to have streamed in Dirac until the next blogger pops up and claims he did it first. I should get that patch commited to Flumotion though.
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It's a slow Friday. I am looking for software that allows me to:
This seems so obvious to me that I'm sure this must exist already, but I only find half-matching solutions. Am I doomed to write something like this myself into something like cacti, or is someone out there already using something like this ?
a nice trip. Or, at least, that was the plan. The reality was somewhat different. To keep things simple, the story starts in the middle. I'll save the beginning for some later date. Last Thursday and Friday, Kristien and Hans, a friend from her work, drove a big truck from Brussel to Barcelona. We spent all weekend packing things up, with some help of a friend. (For those who worry by now, don't - I'm only Hans' girlfriend, Elke, flew in on Friday, as this trip was her birthday present, as well as a surprise visit from her best friend who actually lives in Avignon. Monday morning, we had a platform elevator to get our stuff out of our rooftop apartment and into the truck. Platform guy took an hour and a half to set up the platform, and then wasn't able to stay much later to make up for it. He also dropped a heavy desk plank on my big toe, which is now all purple. Anyway, we ended up leaving a few hours late, but at least the truck was ready to go at a decent hour - it left around 15.30 We stayed a bit later to clean up the apartment and bring some of my stuff to my new room in the city. We left the city around six-ish, and drove on to Avignon, where both the truck and us two would stay for the night Elke's friend's place. So far, so good - everything going more or less according to plan. Hans and Elke were in the truck, and Kristien and I in the car. Now, the trouble started when we drove past Lyon. At some point, we passed a police patrol, and a motorized cop started following our truck, then drove past the truck and indicated for it to pull over. We were pretty sure they didn't do anything Apparently he was able to see this on the suspension of our truck as we drove past his checkpoint. Pretty impressive, all in all. We had to wait around for a patrol car to arrive with the movable scales to weigh us. Our license and truck only is allowed up to 3.5 tons (including the truck and its passengers), and we were at 4.35. Oops. (In reality, I hadn't even checked up on the legal issues involved. I was assuming you just rent the largest truck your license allows. I'm not even sure what I would have done to weigh the truck or my stuff if I had known...) Usually, this would mean a 700 euro fine for going over 4.2 tons. The cop was being nice to us, in the end, and let us off for 90 euros instead, which is what you get for being between 3.5 and 4.2 tons. (I decided not to go into a discussion over the fact that weighing the 4 wheels with an analog scale with 100 kg increments can easily lead to a 100 kg measuring mistake). But of course, paying the fine is not the only thing to do. The other thing to do is to solve the problem of the truck being overweight, because they don't just let you take off without doing something about it. Being told to find another truck to put half of your stuff in on the spot, while two people (Hans en Elke) really need to get going because they have to work the next day, is not very high on my list of Fun Things That Have Happened To Me. I ran several possible scenarios through my mind, from "Kristien, you work at the radio, call into the studio and get them to ask for a Belgian trucking company having a truck in the area" (ie abusing the 'BV privilege') to calling all rental companies trying to find a vehicle that was available and where they let us drop off the truck either in Belgium, or as close in France As amusing as I'm sure being escorted by motor police would have been, we ended up opting for the safe-but-shitty way out - renting a truck in Macon that would have to get back to Macon two days later. Macon-Brussel is around 700 km, so driving it back would end up sucking, but we wanted to make sure our stuff got back safely to Belgium. Drive around Macon during evening traffic, get new truck, drive it to police station, unload truck one and load truck two. Switch cars around, so Hans and Elke can drive our (fast) car to Belgium and get there in time, while Kristien By this point we've spent three hours standing still, so Kristien and I grab dinner somewhere to calm down. I start calling around for people I know that might be interested in a city trip to Macon/Dijon/Lyon with expenses paid :) We leave Macon around 20:00, with a good 7 hours of planned driving on the GPS. What else could go wrong ? All the other problems left were minor. At the last toll gate, none of our credit cards were accepted. We had to drop off our ID cards, get out of the trucks, walk through the middle of every toll booth (which is actually quite tricky to do) and go to the main building to pay with our debit cards. Another twenty minute useless delay. We pull into Brussel around 4 AM, park both trucks at Kristien's job, pick up the car that Hans parked there, and go home to Kristien's place, unload all the boxes that are meant to stay there for now and carry them 8 flights of stairs up to her place. We get into bed at 5, completely knackered, hoping for a good solid 8 hours of sleep for once. The End. But wait, you worry for the truck we rented in Macon, you say ? I'll tell you later. First I'll tell you about the Phone Call at 9.30. At 9.30, one of our workers calls. (Workers ? Yes, in our new apartment. That's part of the earlier story I'm saving for later.) They found a leak in the heating pipes, and we need to come over and get it fixed ASAP. All of the heating is communal in the building, and the building's full of old people worried about frostbite, so we need to get it fixed. To cut a long story short, we spend most of the day getting the heating fixed again, unloading truck one in our new garage, loading debris from the works into the smaller truck to bring it to the waste disposal, unloading truck two, getting keys to the central heating system, copying said keys (even though that's probably not allowed) in case we have a similar problem in the future, phoning around trying to find someone who's willing to drive a truck back to Macon, all expenses paid, and carrying yet more boxes up to Kristien's current apartment. The actual plan for that day was to check up on the electrical, UTP (450 m) and speaker (140 m) cable, before they close up the floors completely and prepare for the arrival of a kitchen. I guess I will have to trust the guys to have done everything correctly without checking much of it... We end up home at midnight, knackered again, with me preparing for getting back, (since all the people that could drive it back for me can only do it a few days later, which would cost me yet more money renting the truck) ordering a plane ticket from Lyon to Barcelona, trying to find a train to take me from Macon to Lyon - curiously, there is no train available So I get up at 7 in the morning again, and start driving my truck outside of Brussel and back to Macon. So here I am, behind the steering wheel of my truck, writing this blog entry with my cell phone (*). I'm making good progress and think I will be on time in Macon, but I'm still not sure how I will (*) This is a lie used for dramatic effect. No characters were typed while driving a truck |
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