It's difficult to argue with the fact that, on the whole, life is somewhat better now than it was in, say, the Middle Ages. People live longer, we have more things to do, we are healthier, we have things to keep us entertained and we can travel around pretty much the whole world on a whim.
So, unlike the Middle Ages, where inconveniences tended to be along the lines of "Agatha has consumption" (whatever that is) or "My liege! Thy oxen have run riot throughout the city streets!" or "My, verily that courtesan was riddled with the plague! Farewell, my sweet!", we now have our own set of things to grind our teeth about. It's something of a sign of the times. And living in the first world.
Peculiar Bureaucracy
"The bureaucracy is expanding to meet the needs of the expanding bureaucracy," said Oscar Wilde and possibly some other people as well. And indeed it appears to be true. When it is impossible to cancel one's broadband contract in advance because "policy states" that they have a 14-day notice period, one naturally points out that it is well above 14 days before one will be leaving one's property. But no, "policy states" that a 14-day notice period means exactly that: they will turn it off after exactly 14 days. And not only that, they will charge £26 for the privilege of a man flipping a switch.
This is Orange Home, incidentally. Don't use them. They're rubbish. And they have stupid policies. To put this in some context, I phoned BT to cancel my phone line the same day and they were quite happy to cancel it more than 14 days in advance.
Companies That Still Use Fax Machines
We're in the 21st century! We have email on our phones! We have constantly-on Internet connections! We have printers! So why the bloody hell do I need to use a fax machine in order to send a timesheet to you? You know a scanned copy actually looks better than a faxed copy, right? And you can print it out and everything!
My Battery Is Dead
Have you noticed as phones have got more useful and multi-functional that their daily lifespan has shortened significantly? I remember having a shitty old Motorola brick that sent text messages and made phone calls and that was about it—this was pre-Snake days, even—and it would last about five years before needing a charge. Now? I have to budget my battery life.
Hai! This Costs Money!
Remember when stuff used to be free? You used to be able to get extra bits and pieces for games online courtesy of developers and mod communities. (I know you still can.) Now you have to pay to read The Times online.
There are some areas in which this is a good thing. Online journalists should be paid for their work, and if the stuff's out there for free, then it's not going to be easy for companies to pay them. But at the same time, that stuff which you pay for needs to be worthwhile.
When you have to pay an extra 50p to pay by card in the Chinese restaurant, or pay 30p to use the toilets at a railway station, you know something's wrong somewhere.
We Will Get Back To You
Remember when email was mooted as the simple, almost-instant communication method of the future? Have you tried sending an email to your local council recently? "We will get back to you within 10 days."
That's a long time. I could have actually gone into the council offices several times during that time period. At least ten times, in fact. Given that my query wasn't an especially complicated one, would it kill them to quickly turn around a reply? And not a copy-and-paste form response, an actual reply? Even if it's just "Yes". I'd be more than happy with that. (Assuming "Yes" was the answer I wanted.)
This is an even more fantastic idea! Not only will you get Fresh Air on the journey to the shops, but you'll also get Stuff once you arrive at the shops! That means once you arrive back home, you'll have Stuff to find homes for! If you want to go shopping on the pretence of doing something useful for the somewhat medieval state of your hovel, then you could always buy one or more cleaning products while you're out! Fresh Air and Stuff! Awesome.
You don't generally like talking on the phone. In fact, you talk on the phone so little that your BT phone bill is perpetually in credit, meaning that they constantly owe you money. So why not use some of that credit and phone those people that you haven't spoken to or seen for a while? I bet they have lots of awesome news to tell you! And you can joke about how untidy your house is. Plus, you never know, they might actually want to come over. And that will give you an actual reason to tidy your house. Because there's no point tidying up without a reason now, is there?
Perhaps one of the friends you phoned is having a bad time and wants to rant over a coffee. Perhaps someone who is always busy is having a rare day off and wants to see you. Perhaps you feel like getting some Fresh Air, and conveniently there's a friend you haven't seen for ages. So why not get some of that awesome Fresh Air and see your awesome friend? Yeah.
It doesn't matter what's on, because you won't really be watching it. It could be Jeremy Kyle. It could be Ben 10. It could be Last of the Summer Wine. If the last channel you left your TV on was Dave, it's probably Top Gear. Why not sit yourself down on your couch and enjoy some mindless entertainment? It doesn't matter if you don't normally watch the programme in question. It's on. And you owe it to yourself and to Culture to find out what all the fuss is about.
Your kitchen is messy, but you're hungry. What to do? What to do? Make a sandwich! Rummage through your fridge and cupboards for the most disparate luncheon products you can find, slap them all together between two pieces of bread that you don't think is mouldy, add at least one condiment or sauce, place it on a plate (or, if all your plates are dirty, in a bowl; if all your bowls are dirty, in a frying pan; if all your pans are dirty, in a bit of kitchen roll; if you have no kitchen roll, just pick the damn thing up) and then retire to your couch (where you may optionally turn on the TV and stare at it) and enjoy your creation before realising that your bizarre combination of cooked meats, chilli sauce, some unidentifiable fruits and vegetables you found in the baskets at the bottom of your fridge and mayonnaise doesn't really go. But you've made it now; so you're damn well going to eat the whole thing if only to be able to tell people about your magnificent creation.
Ever wondered what it'd be like to be someone you're not? To be able to seamlessly switch yourself from being "you" to being a different persona, depending on the situation?
Microsoft's Summer of Arcade is a time for great games to appear on Xbox LIVE Arcade. Last year we had some real gems including Splosion Man and Shadow Complex. This year so far, we've had the opinion-dividing Limbo, Hydro Thunder Hurricane and this week, Castlevania: Harmony of Despair.
And it is with something of a sense of anticlimax that I reach my 200th daily entry on this blog. It's ten to midnight, I'm sitting in my pants in a stuffy study wondering if I should go and get a glass of milk, play the three Words With Friends games I've got on the go at present, stare at Twitter in the hope some revelation might come my way or simply go to bed.
So, Google Wave is going bye-bye, huh? Can't say I'm particularly surprised. As cool an idea as it was, there just wasn't the buy-in from people that it deserved. Largely because a goodly proportion of the Internet population didn't seem to understand what it was actually for.
I shaved all my hair off yesterday. Well, most of it. I took it all down to grade 2. Then I shaved most of the rest of it off today, chopping it right back to a 1. Now I'm pretty much ready to be a space marine.
The Xbox Indie Games Marketplace is, at best, a mixed bag, as the vast majority of community-led games portals tend to be. There are some extreme examples of awfulness in there—the most notable that I've tried recently being Dossun Island, an 8-bit style platformer with dreadful animation that was clearly designed by someone who has no concept of how parallax scrolling is supposed to work. But then there's some excellent stuff in there too—stuff which would be worthwhile on Xbox LIVE Arcade. Anyone who's played games such as Beat Hazard will be aware that there are some genuine gems amongst the millions of massage apps and video-based crap.
"QUEUE CAUTION," says the ungrammatical sign in bold, orange, backlit capital letters. Your car is not moving. Not because you stopped to read the sign. No, your car is stopped because it's in a queue. You were aware of the fact your car was in a queue long before a sign informed you of this fact. As it happens, since the sign informing you that yes, you are in a queue appeared approximately two miles after the queue started, it feels somewhat like it's mocking you. As such, you decide to shout at the sign.
Clothes either have pockets or they don't. If you're a girl and you like wearing pretty dresses, chances are you don't have pockets very often. As such, you may well carry a handbag for the express purpose of carrying around your "stuff". Said pretty dresses don't tend to have pretend pockets for some unspecified purpose.
Shut up. Just stop talking bollocks. People can wear whatever they want. Most people have a pretty good idea that wearing something in a fluorescent colour is probably going to make you stand out a bit, and wearing strappy shoes with big heels may well make you 1) fall over and 2) have hurty feet. When some jumped-up hussy comes on TV explaining to everyone that the particular shade of brown you see in front of you is the "perfect shade for summer" (despite it being purple last year, and yellow the year before) everyone should yell, as one, "FUCK OFF".
If you took the term "must-have" at face value and immediately purchased everything described as such, you would be very poor indeed. "Must-have" items often tend to be expensive and/or pointless, and there is some crossover with the world of people who talk about fashion as if it's a science.
If you are a terrorist, you are quite possibly an extremist. You hold an extreme viewpoint, and in your case, you're prepared to die for it.
I've told this story a number of times before, but there was a time when I did some temping for a local "loss adjusting" company. On a side note, this was the only job I've had which literally bored me to tears on several occasions. And that's not an exaggeration.
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