A day in the life of
lethargic_man
Sunday, November 19th, 2006 07:01 pmAfter trashing my new bike on Friday, the bad news is that I'm not going to get the thing repaired under warranty. The good news is that repairing it only involves a £9 part (plus £3.50 P&P), assuming I don't have to take it in to get the derailleur readjusted. Unlike my old bike, which, when the derailleur got snarled in the spokes, caused a lug on the frame itself to get bent, my new bike has a sacrificial aluminium hanger, so that if the derailleur gets snarled, neither it nor the frame gets damaged, just the hanger, which can be bent back into shape (if it's not completely snapped off, as in this case). This sounds like a really good idea; I've got no idea if it's standard nowadays or not.
(I suspect the guy I was corresponding with at the Edinburgh Bicycle Cooperative failed to notice I kicked my .sig autogenerator to include an Edinburgh-relevant line ("Tak tent o' time ere time be tint")—or possibly even that it was Edinburgh-relevant—but I wanted to do so anyway.)
Meanwhile, not having managed to identify my mystery song, I've decided to sample it from my tape and burn it to CD-ROM anyway, so the tape can be retired. Unfortunately having managed to damage the line in socket on epicyclic (yes, I do destroy everything I touch, sooner or later :-(), I borrowed
curious_reader's laptop to use for sampling the music instead. Unfortunately, this only had a mono microphone input, so I had to sample first the left channel, then, plugging the plug only half way in, the right, and then get them lined up.
Which turned out to be fun when I discovered that my tape player had not been playing at a consistent speed, and one of the channels was .32 seconds longer than the other. Much, much, rejigging later, which only ended when I finally realised the two channels were not playing at constant speeds within themselves, I decided to stick with what I had got and got up.
At this point I was seeing waveform traces in the patterns on the wallpaper...
(I suspect the guy I was corresponding with at the Edinburgh Bicycle Cooperative failed to notice I kicked my .sig autogenerator to include an Edinburgh-relevant line ("Tak tent o' time ere time be tint")—or possibly even that it was Edinburgh-relevant—but I wanted to do so anyway.)
Meanwhile, not having managed to identify my mystery song, I've decided to sample it from my tape and burn it to CD-ROM anyway, so the tape can be retired. Unfortunately having managed to damage the line in socket on epicyclic (yes, I do destroy everything I touch, sooner or later :-(), I borrowed
Which turned out to be fun when I discovered that my tape player had not been playing at a consistent speed, and one of the channels was .32 seconds longer than the other. Much, much, rejigging later, which only ended when I finally realised the two channels were not playing at constant speeds within themselves, I decided to stick with what I had got and got up.
At this point I was seeing waveform traces in the patterns on the wallpaper...