The wife spent most of her day fighting with a video presentation that she had planned for her meeting this evening, which she asked me to help her out with, catching me a little flat-footed as I first woke up. The issue was that she knows I burn stuff to disc all the time, so why couldn't I help her nail down this little musical presentation with a selection of photos? I tried to explain to her that I only burn music, but have no clue about burning DVD
's, and it turned out to be a moot point as she was in the process of saving her project anyway and I couldn't help her at the moment anyway.
She spent some time working on that and looking into alternate methods of hosting things online for later use, so I dressed and ran by the post office to mail a package to a friend, then picked up lunch on the way back. We ate and watched some television, then I took a look at her situation on the computer, which I could get no further with than she had, as I'd expected. The computer just seemed unable or unwilling to burn the damned disc, so by this point she'd uploaded the entire thing to the web, with the intention of streaming it at her meeting rather than playing a disc. She seemed content with this, so I retired to the den to watch something from the To-Watch Pile
while she grabbed a shower and tried to relax after all her computer issues.Wings Of Desire
was a film that I haven't watched in at least 5 years (possibly even 10); I think that initial viewing was on a VHS
cassette over at a friend's house, to give an idea of how long ago it could've been. Wim Wenders
gorgeously shot black and white tale spends most of its running time simply following a pair of angels around late 80's era Berlin
, listening in on their thoughts, observing their comings and goings, perhaps slightly influencing them with their invisible presence, but for the most part they do nothing beyond watching the lives of the humans around them. This changes as one of them (Bruno Ganz
) becomes interested in a lonely trapeze artist, and his budding feelings for her begin to be reflected in the small flashes of color that start to appear in the film, it's a very interesting technique and I really fell in love with this film all over again on this viewing. The film looks amazing, and the small role Peter Falk
has as himself is just awesome, I'd even forgotten that he was in the film at all. I'd highly recommend this one, either for a re-watch like myself, or if you've never seen it, you should fix that immediately.
We dressed for the meeting this evening, which I was kinda feeling a little like it had been sprung on me at the last minute. The wife had presented the idea to me as "do you want to go to this meeting with me?", because it's the organization's last big meeting for the year, passing the torch to the woman who's going to be in charge next year, that sort of thing. I said no, as I figured she'd just ask if she wanted me there (as is our normal tradition, if it's important, she asks point blank rather than a 'do you wanna' kinda question), but after she mentioned a few friends who would be attending, I realized that I should probably be there, so I was kinda scrambling to see if I had a suit pressed, that kinda thing. We headed downtown to the venue, where we unloaded all the video equipment to drag upstairs to set up for her little presentation that was meant to run in the background while the meeting happened.
This is where it all got a lot
more complicated, as she was unable to get the laptop to find the hotel's shitty weak wi-fi signal, so we had someone bring a router into the room, which boosted it dramatically, but still no dice. We tinkered around with the connection settings a bit with no luck and were on the verge of just pulling a 20 foot cord from the wall to the damned laptop when the wife was able to get a 2nd laptop (a 'work' one from the organization itself) to connect, which was great, so she plugged it into a projector, only to get the prompt that her Flash player wasn't current enough to play the video. I think she said a swear at this point.
She updated that, which took not as long as it could've, but longer than you want it to, then we suddenly By God Virginia
had video playing on the screen via the linked projector.
The women arrived, I hit the cash bar(!) where I thanked Christ
that I happened to have $20 on me, otherwise I might've started kicking people, as I felt that it'd been a long
afternoon of minor struggles and annoyances. We mingled and eventually got seated as salads started getting served.
The wife plays her little presentation, which no one could hear the audio track of as they were to busy chattering away at their tables. The wife commented that she was certainly glad that she spent the time putting it together, I assured her that I
liked it, even if these bitches couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
The evening passed without any real hassle, aside from the presentation of one particular award during which the two women giving it seemed hellbent on relating the honoree's life details from conception
up until last week, it was getting a little ridiculous. I mean sorry ladies, but we're not giving out a Nobel Peace Prize
Once things were wrapped up I helped the wife schlep everything back downstairs and loaded up the car so we could head home.
We watched the penultimate episode of Lost
, then the season finale of V
before calling it a day.
The message here seems to be that if something is sort of a pain from the get-go, it's not going to really matter if you fight it to a standstill and eventually get the better of it, as our day of computer frustrations all seemed to be for naught in the grand scheme of things.
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