Durham uses something called Campus Manager to reduce network malware, and given the time I had with it this year I think we may have quite a few aggravated freshers over the next few days. Until a computer is registered, any attempt to view an external Web page will trigger a redirect to the Campus Manager registration pages, the process starting with links to University regulations (binding us not to use the network for anything illegal, etc.). Someone seems to have forgotten to whitelist these links, since trying to follow them brought me back to the start of the registration process.
Clicking on the button anyway to confirm that I, Joseph K, had read and agreed to adhere to these unseen regulations – well, they probably haven't changed much from former years – I downloaded the executable that scans machines and judges their fitness to enter the Kingdom of ITS. I lacked up-to-date Spybot S&D files. Okay: the process includes the provision of links to a repository so that one can get the necessary files. Except that the anti-spyware files weren't there; examination of the directory tree showed that even the expected folders were missing. Faced with a forest of 404s I resorted to downloading the files I needed in the computer room and transferring them with a thumb drive. Then, having passed the tests, I got stuck in some sort of mad loop in which the scanning program reckoned my computer had been registered, but I still couldn't avoid the redirects. A reboot sorted that out, somehow.
So, I want to think happy thoughts. Model railways make me feel nostalgic (which has its happy as well as its painful aspects, whatever the etymology might suggest) because when I was much younger my father used to take me along when visiting model railway exhibitions. I can't fit a train set into my luggage, but various people have made videos available.
I'm not sure about the soundtrack, but this one has some judiciously chosen camera angles, and considering the date of uploading...
Look out for the spiral near the end:
I love the trackside fairground at around 20 seconds:
There's some lovely scenery in this one: the kind of advert I'm willing to watch and embed...
For the Gomez Adams in you, a change of tone. The humour's a bit loose, but the carnage is real: