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Life

Coffee O’Clock

I’m working from home today – to wait for a telephone network engineer visit – to figure out what’s wrong with our internet connection.

He arrived late this morning, and immediately set about replacing the wiring and phone socket in the front of our house, and tinkered with the junction box half a mile from the house.

I asked him if he wanted a cup of tea – and then discovered the kids had drunk all the milk. While he tested this and that with a testing tool, Miss 14 (who is on an inset day) ran to the corner shop for more milk. On her return I shouted “do you want sugar in your tea?”, and then discovered the kids had eaten all the sugar too. It’s a circular story around here – you look for something that was there yesterday, and invariably the kids have eaten or drunk it.

After testing the phone socket, the internet router, and various wires, we decided that the router was at fault – essentially halving the speed of the internet connection that reaches it. I then spent half an hour on the phone with our internet service provider, renewing our contract, and getting them to send a new router. Actually – I spent half an hour on hold in the tech-support maze somewhere in India, before being transferred back to the UK for the contracts department.

While talking to the contracts department (who would renew the contract, and give us a new router for free), I asked a simple question:

“Why is it going to cost me �31 a month, when it only costs new customers �22 a month?”

“That offer is only available to new customers”.

“But I’m out of contract – I’m a new customer – a new contract”.

“That offer is only available to new customers”.

“Ok – what about the router – are there any options to get a better router?”

“Oh, the new package comes with a new model of router that’s much better than previously.”

“What’s it called?”

(he tells me the model name)

“That’s what we have.”

“No, you haven’t got one of those – you’ve got the old model”

“Well it’s the same name.”

(the conversation went round in circles from there)…

Nothing is ever simple, and it seems everybody sits on a throne of lies these days.

I have one more problem to solve – we suspect the wire from the wall-socket to the router is partly to blame for the problems with the internet connection, so I’ve ordered a new one. I thought I might be able to get one in town, but after doing a lap of the main streets with our youngest, came up empty-handed. The town we live in is becoming increasingly terrible – filled with coffee shops, boutique restaurants, craft beer pubs, hair salons, and clothes shops for women of a certain age.

This was an informational broadcast on behalf of the you’re probably not interested party.

I should get on with some work.

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Life

Nothing in Particular

I have been waiting most of the day for something sizeable to download from the internet. If our internet connection was behaving itself, I imagine it would have finished downloading quite some time ago (an engineer from the telephone company is visiting our house tomorrow morning to find out why).

I passed the time a little earlier by reading a graphic novel that’s not even on my “to read this year” list – “Lumberjanes” – originally bought for our younger daughters a couple of years ago. They didn’t show much interest in it, so it got subsumed into my own collection of books in the junk room – along with all the indie titles I have collected in recent years. It’s funny – I started out only interested in comic book artwork, by the likes of Adam Hughes, Alex Ross, and Amanda Conner – but then started reading a few of them, and got sucked in. Until recent years the only graphic novels I had ever read were the Tank Girl books – probably 20 years ago now – before Jamie Hewlett went on to draw the graphics for Gorillaz, and the Winter Olympics.

I now find myself at a loose end – hence yet another blog post about nothing in particular. I should re-title the blog “Nothing in Particular”. I could win awards for the most inconsequential content, or the least effort expended. Back in the day everybody and their dog had badges all over the blog, advertising the community awards that had been bestowed up on them. If memory serves, almost all awards were pyramid traffic schemes dressed up as awards.

While on the subject of pyramid traffic schemes, a “hoo-haa” of sorts has been brewing on Twitter over the last few days, and it’s quite entertaining in a “can’t stop watching” sort of way. I need to explain some things first though – bear with me.

On Twitter, a number of people have started including the hashtag “#WritingCommunity” in posts they want other writers to see, and perhaps comment on. This has created a belt-and-braces group functionality of sorts within the Twittersphere, with people watching search results related to the hashtag as a simple means of creating a “channel”. Anyway. Within the group, there seems to be a mania among some to attract as many followers to themselves as possible – they dress this up as a thing called “#writerlift”, and link a number of accounts to the post, with instructions to follow and/or re-share the list. There’s only one problem with this idea – it’s against the Twitter terms of service – terms as “encouraging reciprocal following” (or words to that effect).

So – when the news broke that Twitter had started reprimanding people for their behaviour (spamming the crap out of the system while chasing higher and higher follower numbers), a small number of very vocal people became ever so slightly enraged that the FREE platform they were taking advantage of should be questioning their behaviour at all – and reacted really quite badly (read: amusingly, and somewhat predictably). I have therefore been sitting quietly on a nearby fence for the last few days, eating popcorn, and enjoying all the butt-hurt posts.

It’s a storm in a tea-cup really, but an entertaining one. There are far more important things going on in the world right now – you know, like the US President almost declaring war on Iran. I saw a wonderful post on Facebook earlier – “hang on while I go and catch up on the expert analysis of world events being published by the people Facebook knows I went to school with”…

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Life

Nothing is Something

I cycled to work this morning, and it was raining yet again. I can’t help feeling that I’m living in some kind of Truman Show inspired hell, where rain clouds follow me around. It would also explain the bizarre phenomenon where I walk up to a road junction, and non player character cars appear from every direction to prevent me from crossing – even my daughters have started to notice it.

Just in case you’re wondering, I have little of consequence to share today – but I’m certainly not going to let that stop me from posting something. It’s strange really – after you’ve posted every day for a good number of consecutive days, it turns into a sort of mania. Of course nothing will happen if I don’t post anything (apart from the world not being blessed with yet more pollution of the internet at my idiotic hands), but I’ll know I haven’t posted anything. I can almost hear the school teacher in my head castigating me – “you’ve let yourself down, you’ve let your blog down…”

Glancing at the clock, I have thirteen minutes until I need to hit the publish button. I’m not sure I have thirteen minutes worth of content hanging around in the darker corners of my absent mind.

Perhaps it might be wise to finish the post right here, and admit defeat for a change. These words still count though, right? This is still a post? I mean – it isn’t about anything, but it’s still a post. Granted – if this is the first post you’ve discovered by me, you’re not likely to come back, but it still counts, right? (actually, thinking about it, the other four and a half thousand posts don’t really elevate themselves much above this one either).

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Life

The Well of All Souls

I just got sucked into watching a YouTuber who’s entire career seems to consist of bashing anything and everything anybody does – and they have somehow become internet-famous through doing it (although “famous” is of course a relative term). I can imagine when they started out it was the typical reactionary bullshit that most kids spout in their mid-to-late teens. Now they are in their mid-to-late 20s? Not so much.

How can I get the last half hour of my life back?

In other news, I returned to work today. I sometimes wish I could tell you about some of the projects I work on, because they’re sometimes interesting (yes, I know – “for a given value of interesting”). My family never ask what I have been up to during the day – not because they wouldn’t understand – more because they are not interested. At all. As far as they are concerned, I dick around with computers all day. And that’s why I got a phone call at 5pm, asking why the internet might not be working.

“Oh, hang on – I’ll just wave my Doctor Strange ring at the wall, and step into our back room”.

And no, I didn’t say that. I actually said:

“Is the phone line crackling?”

“Yes”

“Then the cat has probably peed on the broadband socket again.”

Yes – our entire online existence has been reduced to a dependency on an incontinent cat. Actually, that’s unfair. He’s a cat, and we all know cats are assholes, don’t we. He probably followed cat logic, which determined something like “oh, that guy that feeds us EVERY MORNING also looks after the computers in the house – you know – like the Chromebook the female one uses all evening instead of letting us sit on her lap. WE MUST STOP THE CHROMEBOOK”. The cat then spent several years studying our behaviour, and determined that the source of the Chromebook’s unbending power comes from the plugsocket by the front-door. What better way to disable the internet than pee on it.

It would be funny if it wasn’t true.

Now we have a telephone engineer coming out on Monday (I’ll have to work from home AGAIN), and I’ll have to try and clean the hallway sufficiently that he doesn’t discover our CAT PEED ON THE WALL SOCKET, and charge us for it.

Being fair, the nice Indian man on the telephone support line did explain that most broadband faults occur between the house and the exchange. I didn’t tell him about the cat though.

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a TV programme I’ve been waiting to watch all evening – a new BBC adaptation of Dracula. I’ll be the one hiding behind a cushion in the corner of the lounge.

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Podcast

Steve McCune

This week on the podcast I talk to Steve McCune about his blog at stevemccune.com – how he got started, what he writes about, what his motivations are, who has inspired him along the way, and also about life in Panama, and how he came to be there in the first place.

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Life

New Years Day

It’s the first day of a new year. The first day of a new decade. You might think I would have invested some considerable effort in a thought provoking stream of consciousness about the direction my life has taken over the past twelve months, and the direction it might take in the future.

You want the truth? I can’t be bothered.

Maybe I’m a bit frustrated that I sat down to write a few thoughts several times throughout the day, and didn’t do anything of the sort. It’s almost like distractions surround me when I try to do anything worthy – lining up, grinning at my pathetic efforts to ignore them. You end up getting this scribbled commentary written late in the evening to avoid nothing getting posted today – because of course the world will stop turning if I miss a day – a lynch mob will form outside the front door – chanting something literary towards the house to raise the spirits of writers who actually wrote something of consequence.

Ok. I’ll stop it now. There’s only so much sarcasm you can fill into a paragraph worth of ranting.

It’s been a good new year. We visited friends yesterday evening to see the new year in together, and then invited quite a few more over to our house this evening for a drink, and to help us finish the various food we have had stacked in the cupboards.

My liver is not thanking me.

While making a coffee this afternoon, our eldest daughter asked if I had any new year’s resolutions. I didn’t have to think:

“None”

“What do you mean? None? There’s nothing you want to do?”

“I don’t really DO resolutions – but maybe I have some hopes. Maybe I hope to just get through the next year without too much drama.”

It’s not too much to hope for, is it?

Tomorrow morning I’m back in the office. I imagine most of the day will be filled with preparing everything for the coming months – arranging schedules, putting plans in place – that sort of thing. In a strange sort of way I’m glad to be getting out of the house.

Anyway. Happy New Year to you and yours. Let’s hope we are all headed into a future filled with as little drama as possible, and let’s hope I manage to walk past a few more bookshops without buying anything.