Burn baby burn, screen burn inferno

I’ve been compared to some odd things in my life. Mellor (after David Mellor), that dentist out of the hangover (thanks to Sarah and Dawn who both spotted that independently and making Amanda snigger through the whole film), very odd (yes imagine the shock that I was called ‘very odd’ and this is one of my favourites, as quoted from a friend of the daughter) but today was a new point on the random scale… I have been compared to a SCOTSMAN! (och aye and all that)
Apparently I bear a passing resemblance to Frankie Boyle. Pfffffffft…. don’t see it myself (even if everyone else now does) and I’ve always seen myself as a young Kurt Russell. No-one else sees it but that’s their loss.
When I was ‘ickle I wanted to have a pair of thin round glasses and always had big hair. Maybe I should have gone for more of an Egon Spengler look as I can’t do Reed Richards with my eyesight. Science geek hoooooooo.

I had my whole imacs life flash before my eyes tonight. I went down to the cellar and found it turned on and pumping out a display of c4d, firefox and finder. Basically c4d overrides the power save options so it doesn’t shut down when rendering out massive movies. I had put it to sleep last night but at some point it must have turned on (or simply not turned off properly) and I didn’t think much of it until i noticed the screen burn!
EEEEEP!
I ran a couple of things like jscreen to try and shift it but nothing happened. I was bricking it as it was so obvious against flat colours it was unreal and had a really nasty gut churning moment (imagine that vertigo effect that Hitchcock pulled off so well x100).
I found a forum with a couple of things to try and one said turn it off for half an hour or so and let it cool down as one post said the temperature affects the burn. The top of the mac was very hot so I shut it down then spent the next 30 minutes trying to concentrate on anything but the time. When I turned it back on the marks had faded and looking now its nearly gone. There’s a really really faint bit of banding and if that’s the worst i have to deal with then I’m happy enough to let it slide as you only notice it if you look really hard.
Still, its taught me to shut down c4d before putting anything into standby.

The pain of health

Eye test time.

After two years, it was time to revisit specsavers to be poked and prodded in the eyes while paying for the pleasure. Two years ago I visited when I began to get blinding headaches and was told that my glasses at the time simply didn’t cut it any more. My left eye had ‘degraded significantly’!
THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? Dammit, i don’t want to hear that even if it is true. Butter it up a bit first doc, tell me that my hair looks nice then launch into the news. Actually its just a term meaning my stigmata (i have stigmata now?) has changed, it doesn’t actually mean my vitreous humour is going to pour out at any time.

So all this made me slightly worried before getting to the shop for the test. After having puffs of air blasted into my face, my eye lid yanked up by the optician, fighting back a bout of nervous giggles when she started sticking lenses in the Hans Moleman-esque frame, being blinded by some overly camp short oriental fella and then the ritual humiliation of picking frames with some assistant who has more fashion sense than me, I think I came out of it quite well.

Picking up the new bins next Wednesday.