Who Is Hosing Me?
I hope y’all enjoyed the kid-friendly headline. It wasn’t my first choice. -Ed.
I’m looking at one of the 42,000 spinning animations that constitute the soundtrack of my life. In this particular instance it belongs to the Netflix app on my iPad. But really it could be any of them.
One question: Who is responsible for this outage outrage?
Yes, we have the technology to sell technology whether it is ready for prime time or not.
When I was a kid “sit and spin” was consider an insult. Now it’s a phrase that singularly defines an entire generation of tech-hungry consumers.
Who decided this shit was ready? Because I have a serious bone to pick with them.
The technology cycle works like this: Invent. Sell. Count your piles of gold. Then, and only then, stick your head up, look around and see how it works. (Just ask Apple about iOS 8.)
This thing, right here, right now, is not working. Since it takes about 42 pieces of tech just to make this go, how should I proceed? Is there a way for an average schmo like me to logically isolate the culprit? Is there anyone I can call who won’t say, “Nope. It’s not us,” and point the finger at one of the other 41 links in the chain, including me?
I think not.
Is it my ISP? The cable assholes of Satan? Is it the router? The modem? Any points of relay on the internet between me and them? Is it a problem in my iPad? Is it Netflix itself? Is it the Amazon Cloud where Netflix wisely decided to put their egg in a basket? Is it a fucking solar flare?
All I know is that I paid a lot of money for this shit and that money is long gone. And there’s no tech fairy who will make it right.
What a helpless feeling. It’s enough to make my head spin.
This post was written on an iPad using only one finger. Sheer torture.
Tombstone Authoring: A Twitter Experience
Ever wander through a cemetery and wonder about the stories behind those cryptic names and dates? Well wonder no longer. Google, in it’s quest to answer every question of all time, has just announced Google Graveyard. Finally, all of those questions answered.
Some tombstones go old school with name, dates, and that’s it. Some add a few words, like “Beloved Mother.”
Me? I figure what the hell? There’s enough room on my tombstones for 140 characters so why not tweet on it. I plan to make use of that space. Dying will be my final creative act! My pièce de résistance! It’ll even be my raison d’être. Well, maybe not exactly. But you know what I mean.
Towards that end (heh) I set aside a few moments of quality time with my cappuccino and jotted down a few ideas. I’d very much appreciate a tender moment of sharing with you. I’m an author. Please enjoy these selected works from my Twitter stream.
Bonsoir mon ami!
2012-10-05 Tombstone Authoring: ‘The allegations are untrue.’ Signed, Tom B. Taker’s attorney.
Make the great jump if you’d like to read a few more…
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Thursday Tweet Beat
Shot with the tranquilizer gun so I could brush its teeth, here we examine all of my tweets from Thursday of this week, archived here for your refusal. Beyond here there be dragons. And cheesecake. But don’t try to eat it. Its probably got poop on it.
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Check out my stream
Announcing another new way to interact with the Abyss. I have just opened my very own “photostream” on Flickr. Oooh, exciting.
If you are also on Flickr feel free to add me as a friend. Remember, however to be careful, and don’t cross the streams! 🙂
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