My computer will not open the website I wish to consult.
It will not, in fact, open any website.
Investigation of the bowels of the thing reveals – eventually – that the Windows firewall will not allow anything to pass it.
I mess about with the tolerance levels of the Windows firewall. It appears that those levels resemble the attitude of the Rev. Ian Paisley to mention of the Pope.
And just like the Rev. Ian, the Windows firewall has no intention of changing its views.
Eventually I turn off the computer and take to strong waters.
The next day the computer will allow access. Clearly the Windows firewall has not the staying power of the Rev. Ian.
Probably lacking the moral support of a piss and vinegar band accompanied by the lambeg.
Technology, in respect of the internet, is a wonderful thing. If only firms like Microsoft would not keep hiring people to bugger it up for those of us who buy a computer with the idea of being able to communicate….to learn…to switch the wretched thing on to access the world rather than to learn that Windows is configuring it – at length.
You switch off at night.
No…Windows is configuring….you have to sit up or trust the brute not to stall.
You switch on in the morning…
Would you believe it? Windows is still messing about with the computer’s innards like an incompetent surgeon in search of a missing swab.
So while you wait you think you will check Facebook on your mobile ‘phone.
Fat chance. The blasted thing wants to download an upgrade – echoes of the Grand Old Duke of York – but on having agreed to its request it will smugly tell you that you do not have enough space in what is laughingly called the memory and you must then abandon other sites such as Kindle in order to make space for it.
Not a chance, Facebook!
Between being able to read books I have chosen and a screenful of ads which bear no relation to my interests there is no contest.
How Facebook believes that I wish to know fifteen methods of cleaning my oven without using harmful chemicals is beyond me, but whoever devised that algorithm has his airse oot the windae.
Come to that I can live without those who post that they are feeling down, wait for fifteen concerned souls to respond in terms of increasing anxiety and then say that they will reply by pm.
First world problems, comes the smug, dismissive reply from the yoga mats…..
Quite right the yoga mats! It is indeed, which does not make it any less of a problem, indicative as it is of a society where companies believe and act as though those who buy their products are supplicants before their altars rather than the foundation of their fortunes.
Mark you, I am beginning to believe that companies produce items as a sort of front for their real activities, such as buying up their own shares to boost the price on the stock market which in turn increases the value of the options held by their directors who all appoint one another in a game of musical chairs in which chairs are added rather than removed and a golden parachute takes them from one set of chairs to another when their incompetence becomes notorious even in their own ranks.
Incompetence used to be regarded as a Third World problem…’If only they knew how to manage things better…’ but is fast becoming the mark of the First World.
To work out the price of a ticket from London to Milton Keynes requires an Enigma machine while the French railway company, SNCF, managed to advertise cheap tickets to be sold ‘at dawn’ which, had they ever existed, had vanished long before Bright Phoebe rose above the horizon to the chagrin of all those who had set their alarm clocks in order to take advantage of the offer.
U.K. embassies no longer issue passports….banks can’t tell their arse from their elbow when it comes to security…websites go in loops…
I tell you