Day 89. Think about the future (30/3/19)

Do you remember Catweazle?

Think that's a question that betrays your age. If you really remember Catweazle, ie you watched it live at the time rather than saw it mentioned on websites over the years or caught it on YouTube at some point because somebody referenced it, then you're probably 'of a certain age'. That is, mine. In your fifties.

And you remember The Tomorrow People and Timeslip and Ace Of Wands and that one where the stones were moving toward the house in the girl's dreams and was remade as a film called Paperhouse in the early nineties. Disappointing compared to the TV series. I'm sure it would have been quite satisfactory in its own right but Jesus the original series was petrifying.

Catweazle though. The point I'm making about Catweazle is he was terrified of technology. (Quick stylistic note: originally the last paragraph ended with the word terrifying and that previous sentence would have contained the word 'petrified' as you can't possibly use the same word twice in such quick succession, but 'terrified of technology' is so much more satisfying if somewhat obvious.)

(Soundtrack: at this point it's the weirdly OTT walk on music West Ham use to introduce the teams. We've just had 'I'm forever blowing bubbles' which is the weirdest anthem you could possibly apply to a football team; it's about dreams fading and dying, there's no hope in it. Which is probably apt for West Ham. You know, as they don't win things and that?)

Anyway, Catweazle. I'm aware there are only so many times you can say 'Catweazle' before it gets boring. Terrified of technology.

Just like me. Simultaneously terrified and thoroughly enchanted.

The morning has seen the completion of the setting up of the MacBook. I'd struggled with getting my emails to appear here ('here' being the fact that I'm writing this on my shiny new toy, sat on the couch as Everton kick off at West Ham's lovely big, soulless, heartless, free stadium paid for by all the rest of us so that a club with a Tory peer on the board can have a new home). I'd tried signing into my emails only to be told that I was already signed in. Yes, I know that I'm signed in thanks, I'm sat right next to my desktop, looking at my emails. So why aren't they here as well?

Googling 'how do I get the emails on my Mac to show up on my MacBook' didn't help. So I educated myself. By clicking on things and seeing what happened.

There's a button on the screen that says preferences. What does that do?

Get in, lad. Everything I want it to do, that's what it bloody does.

And suddenly my emails are there. And the files on the desktop of my desktop? I can see them. And my photos, and my scripts.

I'm in love. I'm in love with the shiny new toy that I'm writing this on.

Game changer this. This is the machine that sees me edit on the go. This is the machine that sees me write absolutely anywhere. This is the machine that goes to a meeting on Tuesday and speeds the process.

I've seen the future, it's boss.

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