Adventures of a man and his family in modern Scotland. Occasional ninja, pirates and squirrels.
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Treading Water
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Lockdown 2
Unlike the first lockdown, this one leaves me absolutely furious. Not because it isn't necessary - I absolutely agree that it is, and indeed that it should have gone further. However, it shouldn't have been. A few months ago we had this thing under control, all the metrics were going in the right direction, and we had an opportunity to eradicate it.
Instead our governments unlocked too fast, in too haphazard a manner, and lost control of the situation. And then they dithered and let the virus get back into a position where it could grow exponentially... and here we are.
And I'm afraid I consider the Scottish government pretty much as bad as Westminster in this regard. On the one hand, it is true that they didn't have all the levers available to an independent country, and so probably couldn't have managed outright eradication. On the other, I can't help but note that a few weeks ago there were an estimated 300 contagious people in the whole of Scotland, and now it has exploded out of control. They had a grip, and they lost it. So if they're better placed than Westminster, I'm afraid it's a difference of degree not of type - the report card still says "must do better".
Oh well. The damage is done, so that's my last moan about that.
Where that leaves us is that any notion of returning to the office is well and truly parked now, with almost no prospect of that happening this year. It's also likely that our Christmas lunch will have to be cancelled, or somehow done remotely, which is a shame. Otherwise, work will go on just as it has been.
For the time being, the schools are remaining open, and given the political costs involved, the powers-that-be will be absolutely determined to keep them open until they absolutely have to close them. I have my doubts whether they'll reopen after the October holiday. Likewise, there are no signs of Funsize's nursery closing, and I'd be surprised if that changes without a full-blown lockdown coming into force.
And the final factor that plays into this is the Furlough scheme, which was supposed to come to an end next month. The problem there being that if it ends then people will have to go out to work en masse, meaning that a lockdown won't be possible - it doesn't really matter what the government order on that front, without the necessary support people will just have to go to work. And yet, I'm increasingly fearful that the reason the scheme is coming to its end if less about blind ideology (which, frankly, wouldn't have brought it in in the first place), but rather for a simpler, harsher reason - the country is simply broke.
So...
My expectation is that these new measures will be largely ineffectual. I expect therefore that we'll see a much tighter set of restrictions coming soon, that may or may not be backed with an extension (or replacement) of Furlough... and depending on that may or may not be effective.
And, bluntly, as a consequence of all of that, I fear that Christmas is cancelled.
Ulysses
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Experimental Cookery 2020: Naughty Naughty Nachos
Experimental Cookery 2020: Curried Naan with Sultanas, and Chickpea Curry
Thursday, September 17, 2020
iPlayer Woes
- We could just live with it. iPlayer would still be available by PC if there was anything we really felt the need to watch, but would be a hassle.
- We could invest in a Firestick (which would also give us Disney+), and also an HDMI switch so that we can connect it to our soundbar. That's a bad solution, from a technology point of view, but would solve the problem without too much expense.
- We could replace the TV with a smart model. That's a much better solution, albeit a more expensive one than we'd wanted at this time (and also Funsize is a little less tech-proof than perhaps we'd like).
- Or we could bring forward the big expense and just do everything now. I'm not doing that.
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Crisis on Infinite Earths
One of the things that was particularly interesting about the show was the many, many cameos - we get hints of the 1989 Batman, the 60's Batman and Robin, Smallville, Birds of Prey, and so on. All of which were pretty cool, but they also emphasised something that I had kinda been aware of but perhaps hadn't fully grasped: you can't cheat when it comes to building investment. Tom Welling's appearance as Clark Kent works because he spent years playing that role in Smallville, so having watched that show (until I gave up), I was immediately oriented as to context.
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Keyboard
The results have been very instructive - despite coming highly recommended, the home keyboard is nowhere near as comfortable to use as the one for work. The keys are just a little smaller, a little closer together, and the whole thing is just a little bit more tiring. The upshot is that there is a small, but very noticeable, difference between the two. (By contrast, there doesn't seem to be much difference between the mice.)
I suspect that that means I'm now in the market for a new keyboard - the difference is enough to really annoy me, and the productivity differences are surprisingly noticeable. All of which is rather interesting, especially since the home keyboard is considerably more expensive than the work one!
This does also highlight something rather frustrating - now that I know what I'm looking for in more detail, it's proving surprisingly hard to actually find the item. And, oddly, the pictures of keyboards on online shops are really bad. It's almost as if they don't want you to see what it is you're looking to buy.
House of Ill Repute
Last night the House of Commons voted in favour of the Internal Market Bill, the same bill that was explicitly stated in the HoC as breaching international law. That being the case, the fact that that bill was even presented to the House brings shame upon our government. That it didn't meet with mass resignation from ministers brings shame on their offices. And the fact that the House voted for it confirms that the House of Commons is a pointless waste of money. We're no longer electing representatives to hold a government to account; we're electing a dictator for five years.
The UK no longer has a government. We have a regime. (Incidentally, we also have weapons of mass destruction and oil, so that's all three ingredients needed should the US feel like a fun bit of invading.)
And... that's it, really. For a long time I held out the slight hope that at least Scotland might eventually seek independence and at least we'd get away from all this. But all I hear from the SNP these days is empty words - Ian Blackford stands up and makes his speech about how Scotland "cannot and will not" allow the latest outrage to stand. And then Boris, quite rightly, pays not the slightest bit of attention and just does whatever he wants. Because when push comes to shove the SNP do nothing. It turns out that Scotland absolutely will put up with it all.
#40: "Sharpe's Enemy", by Bernard Cornwell
Sunday, September 06, 2020
Day 250: Update on Goals
It's day 250 of the year, so here's the update:
- Books: By day 250 I should have read 40.98 books. I'm significantly behind on this goal, but have several books in progress. I hope therefore to be back on track some time in October - certainly by the next update.
- Weight: Nothing to report. This one is going to be failed again.
- Blogging: I'm several posts behind on this blog, but right on target on the Imaginarium. I'm also finding it tough finidng a conjunction between having inspiration and time in which to blog, so I'm growing increasingly concerned about this one.
- Work: I said last time that this one wasn't happening, but might have happened but for the virus. It turns out that it probably wouldn't have happened even then, but looks likely for next year. Which I'll take as a good thing.
The report card right now looks pretty bleak - two near-certain failures, and two behind target. I'll try to pull some of that back for the next update, but I'm not entirely confident.