Just don't do it...
Thursday April 2, 2009
Wasting 100 quid on an ACM membership is the single most smacktardy thing I did last month. I discovered a few things – it’s easy to be gullible after mind-melting radioactive monitor beams have finished frying your head at the end of the day, and that the ACM is basically a magazine subscription for all kinds of clever types.
Not all the kinds you’d want to meet in the street however. Myself included ;D
Also, I got shunted a faceful of paraphernalia crashing through the post, membership card, personal certificate – the works, all with my name on it. I can truly say with gratitude, thank you, ACM. My personalized swag will never leave the sentimental box of crap I keep on the shelf, unless I want to giggle at your unending incapacity to spell anything consistently. I have a card addressed to Ciar n, a letter for Ciar¾n, and a personal certificate for Ciar?n. How delightful, I wonder what’s next.
Aside the ACM not adhering to unicode (a standard on which they have published a lot of spew, ironically), I’m left to ponder the recesses of what’s happened of any interest lately. I’m glad to say it was all good – I can barely remember any of it….
A very good friend of mine got hitched last month (many congrats to the new couple) – there was much wine and tangoing, dancing a flawless two-step (I counted at least that many) before nearly falling on my face. I also nearly brought a PA speaker down on the wedding cake, but luckily my clumsy aura had pissed off for the day and left me alone with some sober sensibility. Downed some wine and ended up having a great time ;D
TED talks have filled the hours in between anything and everything. The Ultimate Reboot and has something for everyone.
I’ve had a wonderful time attempting to communicate with apple support. Their phone service (the only potentially useful thing) is only available in the US and Canada, so I’ve had to come up with a plan to hijack somebody’s line in the Americas and get it forwarded to the british isles – evil snicker.
Given the amount collectively paid for the iPhone I think it would be sufficient compensation to connect support calls to a courtesy erotic service, while-u-wait style. If pleasuring customers in this way were legislation there would likely be a significant reduction in the average wait time at call centres across the globe. Also, I’d prefer talking to anyone, rather than withstand the eye-watering hold music, occasionally interrupted by some feeble apology and pious gabber about how much they’ll be with me in a minute…
I have much more to rant about but no great will to type it all out. Until I do – Achtung, baby.