Posts Tagged ‘blog’

Dear Google, et al – Please stop behaving as if it’s the middle ages…

June 22, 2013

A few messages for the feudal over-lords of cyber-space on just why they’re really starting to do my head in… acting liking lords of the land, doing what they want, when they want and bugger the poor peasants- US.


Dear Google

Just a short note to say I’m really not happy. Why do you keep changing things? I like my Gmail in-box just AS IT WAS. You’ve already changed it in the last few months and I’d like it better BEFORE then. Now it is horrid with your poxy arbitrary divisions. Now I have no idea how many messages I have at a glance and have to go into my mail too many times a day. It is highly distracting. Why do you think this is better? What sampling of the market have you done? Who is your reference group – not me, that’s for sure. Or do you think you know better?

This smacks of bloke decision making:

‘Oi, Bruce I think this will be much better.’

‘Yeh, Kevin I reckon so too. Let’s do it.’

‘Shall we ask anyone else?’

‘What for, Kevin, what for, mate?’

I tell you what, when you finally ditch my iGoogle home-page in November I might very well look elsewhere for my internet connectivity. Leave me be, I was happy here.


Dear iTunes

I am so tired of all your up-dates. Why do you think they are so necessary? Once there was a version I liked – about 10 versions ago but can I go back? Never. Why don’t you let me choose – you know show me the new options but if I don’t like them then I can revert to the old version I recognise and can use effectively. The music doesn’t sound any better just because you’ve changed some sort of configuration that makes sense out there in boffin land but not here in real time. Leave it alone, just let me be. No more up-dates, no more notifications, you just stress me out.


Dear Word-Press

I love my blog – indeed this is what I am doing now. But you want to change things too. Why? I now have a dashboard I don’t like and don’t know why you’ve changed it and can’t change it back. You’re not that easy to make changes to at the best of times and while I accept this is probably down to my lack of real computer skills I thought that was the point of you… I, and countless other useless non-nerds could set ourselves up, make a nice page and write away to our hearts content. But I’ve never got my page quite right and you’ve never got the answers I need in a way I understand. Your FAQ page does zip for me and to get an answer from anyone out there in the black-hole of help-desks is nigh on impossible. Please leave me be to blog and read my stats in a non-changing, non-threatening piece of cyber-space.

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Dear Twitter

Why have you suspended my second account? It makes absolutely no sense. There is no threat to world peace, I’m not buying followers or aggressively following, I’m not tweeting offensively or libellously, or breaking any of your endless rules. I’m just poodling along with the odd tweet about living your life nicely and well – hunting the Zen Zone. Is that it – I wasn’t doing anything, I was just trying to be nice?? Please read above re Word-press and your FAQs and getting help too. What help???

Winged Victory

Dear Face-Book

Just stop. Be still. Stop thinking that the only way to make money or progress is to change things all the time. All this asking about what’s on my mind and sending through things about lifestyle and diets is getting on my wick. Stop suggesting I like a page and stop trying to sell me things. Not to mention all this privacy setting stuff that never stays the same for more than five minutes. Leave my Timeline ALONE. I love so many things about you but, as with the others, stop rearranging and re-organising everything. Why are you doing it? Is it just to show us you’re clever or is it because you don’t have enough to do, because running FB isn’t a real job??? Remember stop telling the people what they need – you don’t always know what’s best – not even Steve Jobs did.

Yours faithfully

An increasingly unhappy cyber-space-peasant who has no real choice but to dwell in your domains but that doesn’t mean you can or should take such advantage of me! (Images courtesy Google Images and Personal Collection)


In Praise of Saturdays

December 1, 2012

Friday night is wonderful as it is the end of the working/school week. We scarper to the pub, head out on the town, collapse in front of the telly, drink, socialise relax; having survived another week.

But it’s Saturday that is the jewel in the crown of the weekend. Ah, Saturday, who stretches before me this frosty morning with all your charms and joys. A day of simple pleasures, cheap indulgences: a happy day.


On Saturdays I write my blog, up-load my latest bit of fun to Fan Fiction, I walk my dog, over the fields, to the shops for the papers. I chat to my beloved, we throw the ball and the dog returns home happy and ready for his bones. We then spend the day in individual pursuits; some study, some work, reading the papers, perhaps a snooze, sometimes a meal out, a bottle of wine. These days Saturdays pass like a trip across a calm sea.

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In the somewhat distant past Saturday was race day. For all of my teenage years and into my 20s I spent my weekends on the water. I sailed my rainbow – Tiger-Country – to oblivion at the end of the fleet with my fellow incapables. We were competent but not particularly competitive. Fletch, Guy and me, mouldering at the arse end of competition, having a great time. (Well perhaps the for’ard hands did not so much, as they got a great deal wetter than Guy, Fletch and me. But now mine, Paul, runs part of the ANZ Bank, so clearly not traumatised by Saturday seasons on the Derwent with me.)


Then I went rowing and Saturdays remained on the water but racing with girls now, more grunt, more races, more wins too and lot more exhaustion but I did love it. Not to mention the plethora of handsome fit men, also half naked for most of the day. Can’t argue with that. Thence to the pub, the trip home, unloading the boats and off to a party somewhere. Saturday night was party night in my town.


Saturdays can be as busy as you want, as chilled as you want. It’s that lovely moment in the week when the world seems all right again, all things are possible once more. Enjoy your Saturday, look forward to Christmas, to a visit to Oxford, to time with your family, your friends, doing what you want to do because Saturday belongs to us all, in whatever way we want.

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Live, love it, own it – make Saturdays your own. (Images courtesy Google Images and Private Collection)