So far, I've been playing with a trial edition of Corel VideoStudio, which looks like it has all the functionality I'd need (but behind an interface apparently written by programmers who hate the end users). There's a good deal on the full version at the moment, but I'm also looking into free (as in beer and/or as in speech) alternatives.
Any useful advice would be greatly appreciated.
Saturday night was a bit abbreviated because
The con also gave me a chance to experiment with the video camera we got last week. So far, the results look good; now I need to figure out how to do format-conversion and turn the pictures sideways. (I held the camera sideways, figuring that that would better frame a single standing person; this may have been a mistake.)
Now to get ready for OVFF (first step, review this example of How Not To Deal With Airport Security).
Well, this is shaping up to be one of the biggest disasters in the history of cloud computing, and certainly the largest blow to Danger and the Sidekick platform: T-Mobile's now reporting that personal data stored on Sidekicks has "almost certainly has been lost as a result of a server failure at Microsoft/Danger." They're still looking for a way to recover it, but they're not giving users a lot of hope -- meanwhile, servers are still on the fritz and customers are being advised not to let their devices power down because anything that's still on there will be lost the next time the device is turned on. Another communique is promised from T-Mobile on Monday to give everyone a status update on the recovery efforts, but at this point, it's not looking good at all.
FBI Director Robert Mueller was banned by his wife from doing online banking after he nearly fell for a phishing scam, he said on Wednesday during a talk at the Commonwealth Club of California.
He received an e-mail purporting to be from his bank that looked "perfectly legitimate" and which prompted him to verify some information. He started to follow the instructions but then realized that that "might not be such a good idea," he said.
"Just a few clicks away from falling into a classic Internet phishing scam," Mueller "barely caught himself in time" and admitted he "definitely should have known better."
He said he changed his passwords and tried to pass the incident off to his wife as a "teachable moment," but she was having none of it and told him, "It is our money. No more Internet banking for you!..."
However, she seems to be mellowing out in middle age....
Before I got home, she was soliciting attention from
This made Vir (the tabby-point Siamese) jealous. He started complaining about the injustice of it all, and capped it off by ostentatiously jumping up onto Heidi's favorite perching spot on top of the rolltop desk and giving the humans his Tragic Neglected Face.
Oh, the injustice of not having the humans' undivided attention....
Just yesterday, one of the others finally got around to giving me a call. If that's typical, I wonder how they stay in business....
Work is going to be a bit busier than usual as the end-of-fiscal-year rush hits, but I was able to distract myself by getting ready for the next batch of conventions.
Usually, I spend most of Capclave in the gaming room, but the programming (especially some of the new-media stuff) looks more interesting this time (and I definitely want to catch the Erfworld party). I'm planning to bring more of the travelling game collection than usual, though; somebody has to pick up the slack now that Hal Haag is no longer with us.
I also made final arrangements for OVFF* (found an excellent deal on Southwest flights in and out of BWI for a little over $200 for the two of us). I'll probably bring a few games along (one advantage of Southwest is that they haven't followed the lead of most airlines in nickel-and-diming passengers for checked baggage).
(*Their site has been hit by malware attacks over the last few weeks; it seems to be OK now but I thought it was prudent to warn people to have shields up just in case.)
Heidi was thoroughly unimpressed, and just turned and marched off down the hall. Vir skulked away.
Maybe the problem is that Heidi's tail at rest is bigger than Vir's at full bottle-brush display.
The one downside is that I apparently left my copy of Ticket to Ride Nordic Countries/Switzerland behind; someone at the dead dog mentioned that it was one of the ones that were left on a table after the con. (I would have sworn there was no way something that big could be missing from my bags, but apparently they just didn't pack as tightly on the return trip.) Identifying features to find out for sure and arrange a return if it's my set:
1. Nordic Countries/Switzerland in one box.
2. Extra Switzerland card set (replacement for first-printing cards).
3. Snack bags for pieces/cards.
EDIT: The folks who picked up the lost-and-found stuff at the con confirm that they have it; now it's just a matter of arranging a mutually convenient pickup.
I've cut up about half of the fallen branches; I'll do some more work on it later when it cools down a bit and haul the pile over to the curb for yard-trimmings pickup.
At least now the balance of the tree is tipped away from the house (and toward open space) if anything else falls.
The first thought that came to mind was that the ship might have stayed afloat if it had been constructed of fresh dry oak instead.
Obviously, this is a judgment that would be difficult to test definitively, but it's possible that the company is a victim of its own success.
After the con, we took a side trip to Cedar Point with
First, I'd like to say thanks to everyone who gave me best wishes on my birthday Monday. I have some more reading and video watching (The Invention Of Air, which was one of the presents from
starmalachite, looks particularly interesting.)
I also have a few more games to try out when I get a chance. I'm already a bit familiar with Kingsburg (obviously,
starmalachite picked up the hint when I mentioned that it was on my to-get list while we were playing a game with
thelongshot's copy). Between the Shore Leave dealers' room and online orders, I also picked up Collateral Damage, Colosseum, and The Bill of Rights, but haven't had a chance to try them out yet (partly because they look like they need 4-5 players to be really worthwhile).
Also, there was good news and bad news about the hard drive/DVD recorder combo unit I ordered for
starmalachite's birthday/anniversary. The good news was that the delivery-date estimates (mid to late August) were apparently prepared according to Montgomery Scott's Guide to Miracle-Working. The bad news is that the DVD part of the unit appears to be nonfuctional -- if the reboot recommended by tech support doesn't work, we'll have to return it (fortunately, Target's web page says that the return can be done at a brick-and-mortar store).
However, the space alien and the two-headed Elvis clone both say this is a load of hooey.
Prank Call Blamed for $50,000 in Damage to Conway Hotel
...Police say a person called the front desk and said they were an employee at a fire sprinkler service. Officer Sharen Carter says the caller told the clerk there was a problem with the sprinklers and the clerk needed to reset them by pulling the fire alarm. She complied, which caused the alarm go off.
Police say the caller then told her to pull the lever on the fire alarm down, but she was unable to do so. Carter says the caller then instructed the clerk that she needed to break the windows to keep the sprinklers from activating. The clerk and a hotel guest then started breaking the windows with a fire extinguisher.
His instructions didn't end there. The caller then told the clerk she needed to remove a portion of a sprinkler head to keep it from going off. Carter says the clerk broke off the sprinkler head, but that caused the hotel to start flooding....
According to the story, several other hotels reported similar prank calls, taken by people who had better sense than to listen to their instructions.Everything looks great... but apparently the "mute" setting got turned on in the video menu, so there was no audio recorded with the videos we got. (AFAIK, the dedicated audio recorder worked fine, so it's not a total loss.)
The weather was much better Saturday, so we got on the road that morning and spent most of the day at Kings Dominion. There was a brief rainstorm in the evening, and the Scrambler seriously pushed my "get back to me when the planet stops spinning" button, but other than that it was a fun time. We ran into
After that, I slept in until eleven, and probably would have slept later than that if Vir hadn't gone into full love-me-love-me-I'm-your-cat mode. Mostly I've spent the rest of the day noodling on the computer and satisfying the cats' demands for attention, moving around only for absolutely necessary (e.g. making more coffee) purposes.
Generally, the con went rather well. My egoboo highlight was trotting out "Mandate of the Titans" during Friday open filk with
( Five-verse spoilery account of one of the main Erfworld character arcs )
Mostly, I did my usual alternation of filk and gaming. Both programs went rather well (thanks to
The music track was very good; I particularly remember the Kids' Concert,
Overall, the con seemed a bit smaller than usual -- not surprising given the state of the economy. I recall mentioning to
We did a bit of last-minute planning so that there'd be room in the car for
Heidi and Vir have figured out that the humans are leaving, and gotten extra neurotic and clingy.
Also, I found us a good price on Southwest for flying in and out of Providence for Concertino; the hours are a little inconvenient but it's hard to argue with two round-trip tickets for under $300 (not counting $100 or so for the rental car).
REID: I'm saying that the United States Senate, Democrats and Republicans, do not want terrorists to be released in the United States. That’s very clear.
QUESTION: No one's talking about releasing them. We’re talking about putting them in prison somewhere in the United States.
REID: Can't put them in prison unless you release them.
QUESTION: Sir, are you going to clarify that a little bit?
Good question.
How does the idea of flying a jumbo jet low over New York City for a photo op get through all the all the layers of proposal and discussion and operation planning without anybody saying, "Ah... maybe we should just Photoshop it instead? Or at least give people a heads-up?"
Yeesh....
- Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons that I want to hear about.
- Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
- Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
- This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee...
( The Selected Icons.... )
So the Parks and Recreation department is going to use a special machine to detonate some of the 100 to 150 rodents that are tearing up the grounds....
He's too smart for his our our own good, sometimes....
More later as I think of it.
Robot Voice: This is an important announcement about your automobile warranty. This is your final courtesy call before your vehicle is reclassified....
(The robot apparently has a different definition of "final" that us meatbrains, inasmuch as this is approximately the two hundredth such call I have received.)
Robot Voice, continued: Please press "1" to be connected to a customer service representative.
An idea occurs to me, and I press "1". Apparently, this does mean the same thing to robots and meatbrains, since it works as advertised.
Customer Service Drone: Please state the name and model year of your vehicle.
Me: 1990 Trabant.
Would you believe that he hung up on me?
Need more coffee....
This time I had enough warning not to set the coffeepot timer, and just left it set up to turn on manually when I was finally ready to wake up for good.
Mostly, I've been systematically re-washing a bunch of T-shirts. There was a problem with the washer that caused it to deposit some kind of white residue (probably soap), which is a problem for black T-shirts; rejiggering the drainage line and cycling it with a gallon of vinegar seems to have fixed it. Just to be sure, I started each load with hot water and ran the hot water flow into a cup of (about half the suggested amount of) soap to get it properly dissolved, then switched to warm or cold water and let the tub fill before adding the laundry.
But to Michael Zarlenga, it's justice.
Zarlenga spent $350,000 on plans to expand his hunting and fishing store, the Trophy Room. He worked with city officials for almost two years and thought he had their support -- until the architectural review board told him he couldn't alter the historic property.
Furious and out of money, Zarlenga rented the space to its newest occupant, Le Tache....
"I believe it's an inappropriate business to be located in our old and historic district," Alexandria Mayor William D. Euille (D) said of Le Tache. "I get e-mails and calls every day from people who want us to do something to make the business leave."...
The city cannot act because the store is complying with the law. "There's nothing I can do to encourage its demise," the mayor said....
My favorite quote from the story: "Actually, I was hoping for a fast-food chain because I thought that would be more annoying to the city."
Last night,
It didn't. Attempts to readjust and reposition the magic 3D specs either inside or outside my regular glasses were both uncomforable and unavailing. At best, the 3D previews preceding the movie were an eyestrain-inducing montage of objects that appeared to be either ten millimeters or ten parsecs from my eyeballs. By the time the feature started, I decided to give up and wait in the lobby. This was one of those times when having a smartphone loaded with reading material came in very handy.
(Thinking back about
Heidi and Vir were both a bit clingy this morning; I think they were annoyed at being deserted again after last weekend. Vir did his "mimic Heidi's voice" trick again today;
A little later, we're heading out to pick through anything interesting left at Circuit City, get dinner, and have a Saturday night gaming session to make up for the usual Friday one we missed. (Apologies to
I suppose it's better that the Siamese is learning to talk like a Maine Coon than vice versa....
We arrived early Friday afternoon and napped for a while until things got going, and went down to the lobby just in time to catch our roommate madfilkentist arriving. I picked up two volumes of August Derleth's Sherlock-Holmes-with-the-serial-numbers-f
Friday dinner was at the Irish pub at the hotel; it was reasonably good food that was no more overpriced than usual for Boston though with a limited selection. As usual, the open filk ended relatively early Friday night as people paced themselves for Saturday.
Saturday morning I got in some gaming when there was a space open in a game of St. Petersburg. I didn't get much traction with early income generation, and my attempts to compensate by building a large stable of nobles were too little too late, so I lost pretty badly. I grazed in the con suite for a bit (eating a huge amount of grapes -- the con suite staff had a considerable excess and urged anybody who was interested to take a whole bag), and spent the rest of the day alternating between concerts, panels, and hanging out in the big all-purpose utility space (dealer's room, art show, gaming, con suite, and kaffeeklatsches were in different sections of one big space on the lower level, which worked out surprisingly well).
We ordered out for dinner, expecting (correctly, from the look of it) that the hotel restaurants would be heavily crowded. Unfortunately, the Chinese place we chose was heavy on the spices even by my standards (which meant that most of dinner was downright inedible by
The Saturday dead dog filk reportedly ran to about 5 AM; I crashed out around 2:30.
I spent some of Sunday afternoon at the Eye of Argon reading and almost managed to make it through a page (getting tripped up on a "the" that wasn't there after navigating much more hazardous broken purple prose), and then joined
We got home without incident to two needy furballs. The TiVO setup had been flaking out, but seemed to handle everything OK in our absence -- apparently moving the wireless receiver away from the TiVO/tuning adapter stack may have done the trick.
Now, finally finish waking up... need coffee....
Things accomplished over the last few days:
1. Install 8 GB microSD chips in our phones and transfer the files from the old chips. That ought to last a while, even with video clips.
2. Fix the furnace-closet door so that it closes properly (and stays closed when Basement Cat finds work for idle paws).
3. Rehab one of the old UPS/surge suppressor units I had lying around with new batteries. I thought I ordered batteries for both of them, but only one set showed up -- it could be a mixup in the order (two batteries vs two sets of batteries), or it could be two separate shipments (they packed the batteries I got like they were plutonium-powered and polished with anthrax dust).
Things to be finished:
4. Pack for Boskone. Figure out how to pack as light as possible to minimize the airline's opportunity to add nickle-and-dime luggage fees.
After that, things mostly settle down into a routine for a couple weeks; the only real event for the next month is the Coulton/Paul&Storm concert at the Birchmere.
Poor Vir is still skitting from having strange humans coming into his house every day. Heidi was more the stereotypical somewhat curious but mostly indifferent kitty.
And so begins the tale:
TiVO arrives. I get it installed; it works within the limits of an off-the-shelf unit that doesn't have the CableCards for the local service (i.e. it gets the basic tier of channels but not the full set).
Monday:
Cox Tech 1 arrives. After about a dozen false starts, he gets the CableCards to appear to work. However, it turns out that some of the channels still don't come in.
Tuesday:
Cox Tech 2 arrives. He installs a tuning adapter, which is supposed to bring in the channels that are being conveyed through a digital switching arrangement that the CableCards don't cope with properly. (This much gibes with what I've found through my research.) At first, all seems well, but later the picture intermittently drops out with a Tuning-Adapter-Not-Found error message.
Wednesday:
Cox Tech 3 arrives. He removes everything and installs a Cox DVR with the higher functions turned off (basically, a big bulky cable box), claiming that it can be controlled from the TiVO remote by setting the Cox DVR to Channel 3. In fact, the TiVO has to be set to Channel 3, tuning is done from the Cox DVR box, and there is no way for the system to perform preprogrammed recording.
I have no idea of how Tech 3 could have possibly expected the TiVO to do scheduled recordings when hooked to a glorified cable box that gets no feedback from it. I am guessing that he slapped together an arrangement that looked OK just so he could get away and let it become somebody else's problem. I realize that this is uncharitable. I have used up my supply of charity by assigning the labels "Tech 1, Tech 2, and Tech 3" rather than "Moe, Larry, and Curly".
Hanlon's Razor implies that I should not assume that Cox is making a deliberately half-assed attempt to comply with compatibility regulations in order to leverage its cable monopoly into a DVR monopoly. I suspect this of being one of those chins Hanlon's Razor doesn't shave cleanly.
Not specifically on February 2 -- in general.
Grrr....
I can't think of anything much to say beyond what Crystal said in her entry. We'll both miss the little furball.
One of my presents for starmalachite was a box with three DVDs, one classic from her wish list, another of the same, and one big hunk of cheese we both remember from a convention MiSTing session. The way she cracked up at the last one was even better than I'd hoped.
During post-Christmas shopping, I found that the local branch of Fye's was liquidating. The stock had been pretty seriously picked through, but I found the two-disk special edition of Iron Man for under $20.
Earlier today, we stopped by my brother Chris' house and got to visit his cats (including the big mellow amber tabby who lay on top of the printer acccepting attention and otherwise watching the humans). I managed to fulfil the family tech support duties that generally come up and get one of the laptops back on speaking terms with the house wireless network.
Now, we're back, reassuring the poor abandoned pussycats (and giving the old one her subcutaneous fluids, which she probably finds more annoying than reassuring).

