On Wednesday, 13th May 2009, at 12 noon PST, Twitter went offline for an hour – and triggered the end of the world. Here’s the timeline of how it happened.
I’ve been using Twitter a lot recently, for work and for fun. And… Well, I can’t come to an overall opinion. I just can’t. There’s too much to love and too much to hate. So here’s both of what I think. (And yes, these are extreme opposites. That’s the point).
November 2004 (Fevered Mutterings v1.0) ….. *sigh* Yes, send them in, please. Hello, hello, sir. My name’s Mike Sowden! *offers hand, not taken* And this is my assistant, John. And yes, I’m here to present my idea for a scifi series. Ah now now now, I can see your eyes glaze over. But listen. This series has everything. Drama. Intrigue. … Read More
There’s a place that haunts my mind – and it’s in Belgium. Now, the less charitable among you may suggest that Belgium generally haunts everyone’s mind. Some Belgians feel this way. But this is probably unfair, even if it’s quite funny. Belgium has had a long and glorious history of being everyone’s favourite Shortcut To Somewhere Important, and it’s not … Read More
The problem with using a PC that’s connected to the Internet – well, there are plenty of problems. Oh, this will be a big list. Short break first. E-mail. Digg – WOAH that’s crazy. Stumbleupon. Twitter. Facebook (Friends – status updates OHMYGOD message message message). BBC News. Huffington Post. E-mail again. How’s my Space Pioneers empire going? E-mail. Check Stumbles … Read More
(January 2005) A lot of people pass through Bempton. The village, a little to the north of Bridlington and a little inland from Flamborough Head, is the site of the ornithologically famous Bempton cliffs, one of England prime seabird nurseries (particularly gannets). The cliff walk is spectacular, so you’ve be forgiven for not lingering in Bempton itself, except to grab … Read More
Whenever I go anywhere new, I keep an eye out for information boards, so I can smap them. Smapping is the process of taking a digital photograph of a map that you won’t have access to later, except if you take a snap of it. My first smap was of the Durham train station ‘You Are Here’ glass-encased map. Smapping … Read More
There are few sounds that pull at you like an owl’s cry. A few days ago, I was up in the early morning, freeing a spider from my room (the mosquito season is over: normally I’d leave a spider where it was, but it wouldn’t take long to starve). I tipped the end of my V-bent magazine over the bushes, … Read More