This is going in here on the highly unlikely chance that anyone's interested in which stations I've successfully QSL'd so far ( Read more... )

Good grief, that's a bit depressing. The summeriest (shoosh, that's a word) of the lot are now in a drawer, and the long sleeves and lighter sweaters are out. Ah well, I knew it had to happen. Flannel sheets come later ( Read more... )

It's Friday the thirteenth.

Ooga booga.

As my ex used to say, that is all. I'll report later, when I'm post the art fair on the square/off the square/wherever else artsiness is being hosted. Lucky
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As the subject says, I'm home again. I suspect that my parents are still slightly thrown by my calling this place home, but it is. Granted I did much the same when I was living at Whitewater. Same general idea, only this is much more permanent, touch a forest worth of wood ( Read more... )

Yes, this RL, to elaborate on the last entry ( Read more... )

Finally carted the shortwave radio down from marsh country and set it up here. I am a happy, SWLing, DXing Chanter! One drawback remains, though. Does anybody know if there's such a thing as a device that'll plug into a shortwave set and speak or Braille out frequencies and bands as you scroll through them? It's a real pain in the butt to be ( Read more... )

I heard this via the BBC tonight and said oh, no way! Dang it! Somehow, I never imagined him getting old, let alone dying. 84? How the heck did that happen? He always seemed eternally 40 to me. That voice had everything to do with it, I think. It probably figures that I found him especially awesome when he was being serious. Heck, he was ( Read more... )

I feel icky. Not falling on the floor icky, just sore throat, headachey icky. I think my boss gave me her crud; she was off work Monday because of it. I did the interview I'd scheduled today from here rather than the office, and I'm afraid I did it rather badly as I was still hazy and daze-y. Oh dear. Glad that's not the article we're running ( Read more... )

Once in a while, when one news story hits another... or hits several, as the case may be, the result is a large amount of laughter and a headache, not necessarily in that order ( Read more... )

My home page is the BBC's Worldservice, which is probably utterly unsurprising for anyone who knows me. I opened my browser tonight, glanced at the main news stories, and promptly swore at least once. Charlie Gillett has died. I didn't even know he was ill, never mind the fact that he was 68. He didn't sound 68! Looking back I likely should ( Read more... )