En passant...

Someone on one of the translation communities asked about the English phrase "the sky's the limit" a day or so ago, and although Google says that string occurs about 1.3 million times, in an informal survey of a number of pages listing the top 500 hits, I was only able to find one example of the phrase in use in an actual sentence (where it wasn't the actual sentence). Lots of use as a headline/title, though.

I'm thinking that means the phrase may have transcended its undisputed status as a cliché, but into what? I don't know.

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One of the tweeters I follow expressed interest in embedding a video in a PDF file. Is it just me, or is there just something fundamentally wrong about that?

What I mean is, technical issues aside - can it be done? sure it can be done! I knew a guy once who wrote a program in dBase to learn Morse code using the built-in IBM PC speaker - I think of PDF as fundamentally a vehicle for encapsulating and delivering what would normally be paper documents, and video doesn't fit in very well with that world view.

(Then again, there was once a time I would have considered the idea of posting journal entries for public consumption real far out, too.)

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Time to "turn to." There's email to answer already, and the electrician is coming by later to upgrade the box downstairs.

Cheers...

...and twice as lumpy!

Galina did mention the fact that she had arranged for an electrician to come to the house today and upgrade our service (I'm not sure, but I think the labels in the old fusebox were cuneiform impressions on some kind of clay or ceramic). She mentioned it several times, I believe.

I even noted it in my appointment book.

And promptly didn't take an extra three seconds to realize that during said upgrade, electricity to the house would be utterly and completely cut off. The batteries in webster could put off the inevitable for a little while if I ramped down the brightness of the screen, but without Internet connectivity... well, what's the point, right?

Fortunately, I had no immediate deadline, so somehow I managed to cope with it. More paperwork. Another two bins of shredded stuff out the door. Had this been an actual emergency, I would have hied my carcass and computer over to the library.

In between, I can't seem to stop yawning. Then again, I was awakened by Shiloh at 4:30 am.

Tomorrow, I must start on the outstanding assignment if I am to avoid those "last minute blues."

Cheers...