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Thursday, 5 February 2015

In The Cold

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It's 12:45, Tuesday 6th January in this advert:


And that weather symbol isn't clear on this picture I've taken, but there's definitely some sort of cloud in it, and it looks like the sun is peeping out behind it. Not that I need my phone to tell me the weather when I can look out of the window. (And it doesn't look like snow or ice or anything like that either. It doesn't look like winter typically does in all the media that's chucked down our throat. Surely the point of a winter advert is that it's supposed to be, you know, winter-y?)

Those phone backgrounds look good too. I rather like the background on my own phone - a load of colourful round things - but those are just as neat. It's a good idea to have a background you like - although anyone can just take a photo and use that if they wish. I took this photo on my phone, I could always use it.

"in store | online | mobile" sounds good too - it gives you a variety of options to deal with the company if you have a preferred method of communication, or you can't use a certain method of communication. I guess that means it's good, yeah?

What am I missing?

Oh yeah.

What the hell is that fucking massive ice block doing in the middle of everything?! It's not telling me 'winter.' Snow and cold wind and festivity tell me it's winter (although on the festivity front it is a good idea maybe not to oversell on it after Christmas, I suppose). What this is telling me is that somebody's got a fucking massive freezer. (That or these guys have gone to the Arctic or Antarctic - or used Photoshop) Massive ice blocks just have that big WTF factor and they really don't help sell your product. I'm not impressed or joyed over one. It just makes me feel like I'm in that massive freezer with it.

And I still noticed the time on the phones first...

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Five Little Notes

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1: If you're draining rice, make sure not to get all of it in the sink. That would just be a disaster.

2: Corned beef tins should always come with a key. No excuses. (and stick a spare one on top just in case the other one falls off. We don't all have pliers, you know!)

3: Some people get anxious over having exams. Others completely ignore that and get nervous about the bit in between arriving at the building and entering the exam hall.

4: The Calculus should be easier than the Probability was. (I am referring to exams, of course)

5: I get a lot of email telling me what's popular in my network. I pay very little attention to it.

Thursday, 15 January 2015

They Know Who I Am

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Inner-Minim: You scream like a boy.

This one's going to take time to get used to. It's catching my attention more than the orange blinky light telling me that my battery is definitely beyond hope now if it wasn't before (although it probably was)

*Click*


Yes, Chrome, that's exactly right, I am a dark blue figure with no neck, no limbs, and am encased in a bubble. I think that last one's true enough, actually. But still, imagine if I were!

I love you, Google. Really, I do. And I'm not just saying this because of your email, your blogging platform, your browser, your maps on my phone, and your search engine, all of which I get a useful use out of. I have to love you, or you'd reveal the things I've been Googling in you. ;) (I guess the most embarrassing thing would be people finding out that my body is reminding me that it's female - oh shit, I've just leaked it. And for those of you shrieking "TMI!" or "Ew!" through your monitor screens, you really need to consider that this approach is unlikely to work. You need to shriek through your microphone, like you're recording over the loudest sounds ever. And then save it and promptly forget about it until one day you're looking through your massive system of folders and then you listen over it again in several months and are just left thinking "WTF?!")

(Also, name it "the-cake-is-a-lie<file system code bit like .png for images or .docx for Word Documents even though I barely ever use those anyway).

(I don't even know what I'm talking about any more)

Yes Google, I do love you, but I do feel that it's a little bit odd that you are determined to make sure I know my name no matter where I browse. I mean, I know my name. This isn't really an essential feature.

All I'm saying is, a more useful feature would be "How to become a pirate ninja."