They’re baaack. I’ve just received another of those calls from the “Windows Service Center” which I sadly didn’t have the time to entertain, as I’ve donepreviously. Being dinner time, they got short shrift, but here’s the latest spiel:
Hello, is that Mr. Cook?
Yes, it is.
Who am I speaking to?
It’s Ami, calling from the Windows Service Center – I was calling to ask if you have a Windows computer at your location in (wrong suburb)?
Yes, I do.
And are you the main user of that computer?
Yes, I am.
I see. Mr Cook, we are calling to let you know that our systems here are detecting a large number of error messages that are causing Internet users to complain to us, and they are coming from your address in (wrong suburb).
I see; that’s very strange. Why did you need to ask me if I had a Windows computer here? Wouldn’t the error messages tell you that information?
Oh, yes, Mr Cook, we know, but we needed to make sure we were talking to the right person, and that you know.
That sounds silly – i understand what you are trying to do, and I don’t have time to talk to you now.
Not even five minutes?
No, I think I’ve been already more than generous with my time. Thank you.
As always, the best advice in these situations is to end the call quickly without providing specific information beyond the phone book entry they have already consulted, and call your friendly local computer geek if you need more reassurance.
At 2 minutes to 12, with a lunar eclipse fading in the sky, I finally learned my ‘something new’ for today. I can rest easy.
A cheeseburger cannot exist outside of a highly developed, post-agrarian society. It requires a complex interaction between a handful of vendors—in all likelihood, a couple of dozen—and the ability to ship ingredients vast distances while keeping them fresh. The cheeseburger couldn’t have existed until nearly a century ago as, indeed, it did not.
Another big BONWAG Birthday – it’s reached the age of consent for South Australia and Tasmania, but still has a year to go in Queensland.
To think that all those years ago there was no such thing as a ‘blogs’, ‘social networks’ or ‘web content management systems’ – BONWAG was ahead of its time as a web journal, lovingly crafted out of raw, grain-fed ASCII and free-range command line FTP and terminal sessions. It’s been many years since I needed to CHMOD 777 my CGI (as Geoff Petersen would say: is that code? Why, yes: yes it is.)
In the past year, I’ve probably shoveled more words into Twitter than this blog, but fear not – fairding.com will remain the one stop shop for all flavours of bonwaggery – from MySpace and Geocities to Unthink and Google Plus, and whatever comes next.
(BTW: why is is that even today, no-one ever gets the ‘fairding.com’ joke?)
Two for the price of one today: today’s caffeine-enriched chat, and one we missed from a few weeks back about Parenting, that a few people have asked for.
Today, we had a more-rambling-than-usual conversation about what it takes to ‘get it out there’; publishing words, pictures and music online. Both Rod and I are bloggers from waaay back, but there are plenty of other new avenues to make yourself heard above the background noise of the internet. Please enjoy:
A few weeks ago, we also discussed ‘Parenting‘ (which we later followed up with ‘Family‘), and how technology has made it bother harder and easier to be a parent.
It seems I enjoy the prospect of JD‘s morning coffee more than my privacy, so there’ll be more conversations each Wednesday morning at Sonshine fm – I’m a sucker for a cuppa. You can join by SMS or Phone or Facebook or any of a number of other avenues we’ll be discussing in coming weeks.