Biking in the Park

Tiny Tussock reporting

The Bossess was an early starter this morning and The Boss decided to pop into the Park (Hagley Park) in Christchurch for a spot of click and tell.
He would click and I could tell that another digital file was for the trash can (as our American Friends) refer to it. Rubbish or Trash? I think that New Zealanders are slowly being Apple-ated into calling it trash ‘Cos of the names we are seeing on our iPads, iPhones and other American designed devices. AND that’s another thing…Devices…Once upon a time you were “left to your own devices” and THAT was way before you actually owned any. These days you can be left to your own “devices” and be as happy as Larry, whoever he is.

This is really far to much for a little stuffed dog to cope with, but I have to mini bark that I do enjoy the view from under an aeroplane seat. It sure beats the view in an overhead locker.

Well we are now in the Windy City and it is. The Boss nearly lost his cap a couple of times while we explored the delights of Hi Fi joints. No weeds intended. That was another eye opener as Radios that used to listen to the local and national stations and get exciting stuff like news and wether (The sheep report) now get 16000 radio stations from anywhere in the world in crystal clear diginess and use coloured teeth (blue) to grab the music on your phone, in your pocket, and play it as mentioned previously. Frankly my little stuffed head is feeling a bit over stuffed and The Boss is confused to say the least but The Bossess doesn’t care what happens as long as it has a remote to turn it down when the phone rings so at least one of us has their priorities set. (I think).

Stay tuned (it’s the big red button on the left) for exciting developments.

On a much simpler theme this is a bloke on a bike going thru the park, probably to work, so he can earn money and get one of the a-for mentioned gadgets (devices) that will cheerfully chew through buckets of internet data and let you listen to anything, anywhere.
OH and the bloke in the shop, in answer to The Boss asking stupid questions about local radio stations cheerfully informed him that that was really old stuff and everything would soon be on the WWW and the broadcasting frequencies previously used would be converted to remote control applications for dogs. (I think The Boss added the last bit) (I hope).

Pass the Gigibits?

T.T.P.S The Boss said that when radio was first invented you could only get stations that were close by BUT I heard that in Winter you could stick your head out a window and get Chile. I wonder if they had a wether report?