For better or worse I’m a tad dependent upon the technology around me working to support me in my work, entertainment, staying in touch with friends – the usual. So, I have to say now that Friday 26th February has now been officially declared ‘Techno-Hell Day’ – the day on which most aspects of communications and media technology at Pritchard Towers decided to withdraw their functionality.
As is often the way, Facebook kicked off proceedings with a smattering of the bugs for which it is well known; I can sort of handle the events of two days ago being displayed as ‘most recent’ – what tends to brass me off big time is when the Notes application in Facebook decides to stop importing my blog. There’s usually a 5 or 6 hour delay between me writing a blog post and Facebook reflecting that fact automatically; in the last week or two there have been outages in the service that’s prevented blog posts from getting to Facebook at all. So I’ve been manually adding details of the Blog posts, or stopping and starting the Facebook notes application – a process which seems to import TWO copies of the most recent Blog…sigh….
OK – situation normal, Facebook fuc…er…broken.
What’s this…Broadband seems rather slow. Ooops…Broadband is now absent. Broadband is now back…running at a tenth of normal speed. A quick call to BT indicates that there are ‘significant network problems’ – again, this seems to have happened more frequently in the last year than in the previous 8 or 9 years we’ve had BT Broadband installed.
And finally – attempted to record the NME Awards on the all singing, all dancing, DVD recorder. Woke up this morning to see that the DVD recorder had decided it really didn’t WANT to record the awards for us. It had happily recorded adverts before…just decided to crap all over the disc. And the T4 programme about the same awards this morning seems to be full of up their own backsides presenters rather than the music.
And in to Saturday….Facebook – still stuffed. Broadband…seems better. DVD recorder – amazingly enough recording.
Ah well….that’s life in the white heat, bleeding edge techno-world of Pritchard Towers. Where’s my slate and chalk?