The weather was so perfect, I even changed the oil. This is not going to be an exciting day, and this is a journal, not a jamboree. I’m looking at matrices, or matrixes, those mathematical thingees that represent things that could probably be done much easier the hard way. I even watched a video of a guy trying to explain them who lost himself after the first minute but would not quit. I needed the quiet day at home and even got to reading more Sherlock Holmes.
There you have it, me at home on a rainy day with time to spare. I used the time to discover some weaknesses in the e-book system and was able to install a file in the e-reader. The documentation [with my unit] does not specify that the e-books must be in the epub format, I mean, is it some kind of secret? These things should be made clear to the point of exhaustion.
I was able to download and place an epub file on the reader. It appears the e-reader can only recognize epub books in the built-in memory. You can store other files there, but the e-reader does not recognize them. All videos must be on a removable SD card. It is a good idea to get a dedicated card, as the e-reader also sees all the other files, which can get confusing.
The same goes with music (I use only MP3 format), get a separate disk, as the e-reader does not recognize sub-folders. All music on the disk is displayed in alphabetical order, including any duplicates that may exist in said sub-folders. The controls are start, stop, last tune, next tune, making it fairly useless as a player. Forget listening to relaxing music while you read, it repeats the same song over and over until you command it to move on. Then again, clearly the device is intended for those readers who don’t mind an interruption in their train of thought every two minutes, pardon while I mop my eyes.
[Author's note 2016-03-06: it transpires this device required the setup of a "playlist" before it would operate correctly. I had seen playlist before, but it was an option. And I rejected the option because it is useless on stage. But I understand now the closest most playlist users will ever get to a stage is in a police lineup. In the old days, you highlighted the songs you wanted from your own list, then clicked play, random without repeats, or continuous cycle. The Redmond brainiacs could not leave well enough alone. They removed that option so it is playlist or the highway.]
Then again, this system makes sense, as the e-reader memory would quickly get used up by music and video. And there’d be no room left to load up the e-reader with overpriced e-books. I reviewed the product for my ePinion account, not favorably. The e-readers are not a bargain until they and the e-books cost a lot less. You need keen eyesight to read the pdf files.
It rained too much today. I’ve got to get a tarp for the scooter, it can’t be good to leave it outside all the time. Mind you, I had a Honda 90 that survived everything back when I was a teenager, including the frozen winters six months of the year. I had no money to go anywhere but I did put 5,000 miles on that sucker somewhere in that little town. Yes, I had a motorcycle, but I worked for it far beyond what it ever cost.
ADDENDUM
It has now been 15 years since I last saw Robynette, which explains my melancholy mood. I don’t want her back, rather I want to meet another woman like her. I didn’t realize in 1996 that was to prove impossible. Before I met Robynette, I just knew there was something missing with all other women I dated. I could always imagine a woman without the quirks, the little annoyances, the constant scrutiny. Then came Robynette, there was a woman who enjoyed life for what it was without turning everything into a relationship, who enjoyed sex for what it was without using it as a weapon or an excuse.
One thing about Robynette, no matter what kind of a mood or day she was having, when you came home, you knew she was on your side. She knew what was her business and what wasn’t. She paid all her own bills and half of ours. Compare that to the absolute shit women I’ve met since then. It is hard to imagine how far off the scale the women are around here. They deserve what they get.
I was only out of the house for ten minutes, and that was grocery shopping. Sure, I’d like a little lady around the place, but I’ve been stung four times in Florida. And that’s four times in a row for a loss rate of 100%, ranging all the way from Internet meet-ups to the last one who waited until after she moved in to start calling me and all my friends queer and calling me lazy. That’s the only time I’ve ever been called either by someone who knew me.
Worse, I took a break from music for almost six weeks. That is not good. I rely on music to keep me out there and to ensure a steady supply of meeting people. Girl people, but I think I’ve met all that’s available in this town. Except the nurses and their beekeepers. Have you ever tried to pick up a woman in a casino? Do you hit on the divorcee dealing stud poker, or the granny working the nickel slots? Give me my bass, and hurry. I think local women thrive on a certain level dissatisfaction with everything.
But I’m not giving up. There is a new radio ad plugging the Karaoke at the casino across the way. I’m always open to new venues and a year ago you would never catch me singing at such a place. Not saying I would, either, but I’ll take a look. Ah, I hear the crowd gasping, did I really listen to a radio? Yes, but try to grasp the significance that it was a radio I built myself. And not from no kit, either.
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