Mrs. Fungus clearly wanted to give me my birthday present. "Eleven is close enough, right?"
--actually, something came in the mail last week, which turned out to be a videotape of Flash and Firecat, which I discussed in a previous post some months ago. But that wasn't really it.
No; she knocked my socks off completely: she got me a Nook HD.
My first thought upon tearing off the wrapping paper and seeing the box was, "A Nook? But I've already got a Kindle...." and then I realized what she'd just given me.
Somehow, she took a photo at that exact moment which features the most comical startle take I've ever done.
This thing ain't just for reading books; it's essentially a non-Apple iPad. It uses the Android OS so there are thousands of free apps that'll run on the thing, a bare fraction of which I have already used on Mrs. Fungus' iPad.
She'd asked me what she could get me for my birthday, and I'd been pretty noncomittal about it: "Well, you don't need to spend a lot of money on me...." and I certainly hadn't expected anything like this. I hadn't even considered anything like this.
But the instant I knew what I was holding, I realized she hit the nail on the head.
Furthermore, Sunday afternoon we depared the Fungal Vale for Lake Geneva. We spent the night at The Abbey Resort, where Mrs. Fungus got a massage and facial at their spa; we paid entirely too much for mediocre steaks and had a late evening swim in their indoor pool as a major thunderstorm roared past. We even got to watch the week's episode of Game of Thrones.
The steaks--we ordered them "medium rare" and they arrived "medium well", so for the first time in my life I sent food back to the kitchen.
Our late night was spent in suitably married fashion. Heh.
...and the next day, we hit the Volo Auto Museum on the way home. It barely took us two and a half hours to look at all the cars, and once we were finished with that we hit the highway for the Fungal Vale.
The trip out of town was something we've wanted to do for a while, and my birthday gave us the excuse. We'd probably go to The Abbey again, but we would not dine in one of their house restaurants given what happened with Mrs. Fungus' breakfast the next day. Biscuits should not have the consistency of hockey pucks, even biscuits which are covered with sausage gravy. (Incidentally, I make better.)
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The Nook--I'm still learning how to use it, but one reason it's taken me so long to get back to posting here was that I didn't need to come to the computer to surf the Intartubzorz.
The thing has a Bluetooth interface, so once I've got a job again I can pick up a Bluetooth keyboard and I really will be able to post from the thing.
...Monday night Mrs. Fungus and I were watching some TV and I was fiddling with the Nook, and Og messaged me. Turns out my Google Chat ID showed me as being on-line. Wow. Again, a keyboard would be good....
Also, apparently there's an app which lets you mirror your desktop computer's desktop to the tablet--so I could theoretically play World of Warcraft on it. (Actually, not run the WoW client itself, but use the tablet as an interface device. Still.)
Further bulletins as events warrant. This thing is cool.
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$2,000 is comfortably within the means of the average hobbyist. Plenty of people spend more than $2,000 per year on their hobbies; there are some nuts out there who spend that in six months. It depends on who, what, and their total disposable income, but considering that you're talking about a tool and not something consumable, $2,000 is not at all unreasonable.
...and for $25 worth of consumables and the right digital information, you end up with a gun that can be fired several times.
Look: the basic engineering of a firearm is a highly mature technology. There was nothing theoretically wrong with Captain Kirk's defeat of the Gorn, because that's just how simple it all is: gunpowder, containment, projectile, ignition, and you're in business. The hard part of making a firearm is building one that won't go off until you want it to, but will go off when you want it to; one that won't blow up in your face when you do set it off; and one that you have a reasonable chance of aiming. And since all the heavy lifting of developing the technology has been done already, all you have to do is find the appropriate reference works and do a little math.
There is precious little the government can do to keep firearms out of the hands of people who really want them.
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Steven Den Beste notes that when seconds count, the police are only minutes away. Twenty minutes, in this case.
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I really don't know what else to say about anything right now. I now have a great deal of work to attend to. *sigh*