This blog post comes to you courtesy of my new T-Mobile dongle (is it just me or does anyone else find that they can’t say or spell “dongle” without giggling like a schoolkid?). The AC adaptor for my O2 broadband modem is buggered, and after several weeks of trying to fix it so that my modem stayed switched on for more than five minutes I finally gave up.However, I soon realised that I would most likely be driven insane by lack of internet (I’m not that addicted, honest) – so I decided that mobile broadband would be a handy back up while I try and sort my main one out.
The O2 modem itself, is ok – it’s the adaptor that’s the problem (a loose wire I think). I’ve tried to find one that would be compatible with it, but so far it’s been difficult and I don’t want to have to fork out for a brand new broadband modem when the one that O2 supplied me can still work. I’m wondering if it’s worth contacting O2 to see if they can help, maybe even supply me with a new modem at a push. I think they’d do that if I hadn’t had it long, but as I’ve had it for two years, they might not do it. Hopefully, I can get something sorted out quickly. The dongle is working fine as I type this, even if the connection did seem to skip a bit earlier.
Bit of a boring post I know. I’ll be more interesting next time – promise.
Those were the first words I ever tweeted on Twitter. Yes I am sad enough to remember what they were.
It was on this day last year (the day being 6th February and the year 2009) that I signed up to the micro blogging phenomenon, after initially resisting the urge to tell the world what I’m doing in less than 140 characters. During that time I’ve tweeted about everything from my life to TV shows to news stories and just about anything that comes in my head. I’ve also got to know a lot of very nice people on there and had plenty of good chats with them. I’ve even had the occasional reply from the more well known people I follow.
Of course, I’ve also seen the not so good side of twitter – the trolls who abuse other users (especially the famous ones), the spambots (in particular the infamous “Britney F****d”), the far right extremists and the generally all round horrible who get off on making nasty comments. Oh and I almost forgot the people who follow you and then unfollow you the second you follow them back (mean people). Still, the good things far outweigh the bad, and 12 months on I am still into regularly answering the question “what are you doing?” (or “what’s happening?” as they have recently changed it to). Whether I can keep it going for another 12 months remains to be seen, but for now I’m still interested.
And I love it a lot more than Facebook!