I worked at home, by direction, the last 4 days of the workweek. To day, Sun day, instead of working on the outside telephone lines, I did something of personal health importance: I cleaned my human interface devices (HIDs). A nasty photoe or 2 ahead, hence the NSFL note. Also may annoy people with trypophobia, but the holes are regular and clearly non organic.
Not to turn this into only a slice-of-life blog, but a short summary for what ever it is worth. I am inspired by the fact that I can be lively and get work done on the week end and have some sort of fun.
It has been a while since I posted. I was on vacation. Now I have a bunch of stuff to scan and many screen shots from previous time to put up and comment on.
I merged two directories and there was one file conflict. It was the same file, so I told Windows to not bother moving it. Then, to delete it, I absentmindedly Ctrl-x (cut) the file and then… opened the Recycle Bin and pasted it there. It worked, but how bizzare.
My nearest neighbors (common wall) have taken to listening to “true crime”/forensic detection shows at this time of night. I heard about someone named Bunchi (?) who was murdered by her husband in Missouri (?).
My question for persons who score these productions: how does one come up with incidental music/sounds that, without words or identifiable sounds, immediately identify the show as a crime documentary?
Not often does a State one-up the feds and the rest of the 50+5, but Pennsylvania did that many years ago and on to the present.
I am thinking of a word, universally admitted to be English, that has the letters S and H together, but which is never pronounced as if it contains the [ʃ] phoneme.