Right, well my Buzz Stream (yes that is what I am calling it and I may have to claim ownership of that phrase if no one else is using it yet. I kinda like it so there) seems to be made up of entries from just two people and one of them is me. Either I have no friends left except for the magnicifant McCrudden, or Google's Buzz isnt as popular as it was in the first 24 hours.
There has been a lot of hoo-hah/hullabaloo/kerfuffle/commotion/turmoil (choose appropriately) about Google's Buzz. A lot of complaints about invasion of privacy etc. One minor starlett (some ex Buffy star that I cant rememebr the name of) suddenly found herself receiving thousands of comments on her personal gmail account. Boohoo I hear you say and I'm inclined to agree. After all, dont be in the public eye if you dont, well, want to be in the public eye, especially if your only claim to fame was a teenage vampire show 15 years ago. But, it does raise an interesting point for the rest of us. I for one didnt want to be automatically followed by some of my previous work colleagues as I'm quite likely to call one of them something they might take offense to in one of my blog posts, though to be fair, they are mostly a bunch of wankers and I know it shouldn't bother me. It's the principle of the thing I guess.
If I was more like I wouldn't even have a blog. She is so private she has several personas that have been created to fulfil the purpose of anonimity. A whole, completely seperate personality for things that require forms to be filled out, but that dont really require it to be you. You know the times, like when you need to log in to a particular website and they want you to register first and so on. A standing phrase in her family is "never give more inforamtion then you absolutely have to". Well I guess I can understand that too and maybe I am too open about whom knows anything about me. I am sure I will find my identity cloned and my bank accounts emptied in the not too distant future as a result, but I quite like this community of shared experience. It's a way to keep in touch for sure and you will always get the inevitable celeb stalking peeps and probably some will even find ways of adapting it to the sex industry in some way, but despite all that I still think any new technology or ways of using technolog is just plain cool. Maybe more in a Bill Gates kinda way and not in a Fonz kinda way, but just look at the developments we have already seen in our lifetime. Highly portable music systems, portable video, the internet, flat screen TV's 3D TV's, truely global instant communication and so much more. Simply amazing, I cant wait to see whats next. Yes, there will always be some that impress more than others (Google Wave for instance.*) but that is the nature of progress. Bring it on.
*Yes I know Google Wave was principaly a dev kit to be used to power other products/programs and not supposed to be a glossy finished product in itself. And yes I also know that Google Buzz in all likelyhood has a Wave underbelly.
South Park recently sparked a whole lot of controversy and put out an episode saying gingers don't have souls. This one doesn't have a brain. But Jesus loves him all the same...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY39fkmqKBM&feature=player_embedded#
Never had anything against the ginger folk myself, coming from a Celtic background there is a good chance that my offspring may be of the orange variety somewhere down the line. But this guy isn’t doing himself any favours, though to be fair it’s probably the American youth that is getting the worst image bashing here...
In fact, posting a rant like this on Youtube is almost guaranteed to promote ridicule. Stupid, smelly ging-er. I'm joking of course, ginger people are neither smelly nor stupid (well some are stupid as the above vid is evidence of), Everyone knows there is no difference between us and them, they just cant go out in the sun and you wouldnt want your daughter to date one... *
* I am of course still joking before you all start to complain. I love ginger people, they taste great.
I'm back from my first visit to court. No I haven't run down some granny pushing a shopping cart full of cans, nor am I getting divorced (not married for a start)or anything else. In fact I was representing the company I work for and the hearing was about a (ex) client of ours that isn't paying their bills. We are right, they are wrong. It is a pretty simple case. This particular hearing was because the defendant (a weasly, insiduous, creepier version of Charles Dance - honestly, he could be his less successful younger brother!) is claiming that they never received the original court documents because apparently we sent them to number 4 not number 4a. A minor technicality that the judge was quick to point out was 'a very flimsy excuse', especially as their business owns the flat above the premises anyway.
The judge then proceeded to grill the defendant as to why he hadnt bothered to check upstairs with the tennant of the flat, dont you own the property? Does this happen regularly? How did you find out about this hearing then, seeing as the same address was used? Was the previous document selectively lost? And so forth.
Charles Dance then proceeded to squirm and abase himself in front of the judge: 'yes sir, of course sir, well I could'nt really say sir, no I didn't sir, yes sir, sorry sir'. I honestly thought he was about to turn and drop his shorts ready to be caned, to cry and beg the headmaster not to call his parents.
Anyway, I was really nervous before we went in, I felt oddly guilty (that's probably not a good sign is it?) even though I was neither defending myself or had even done anything wrong! I was armed with printouts of hundreds of email conversations, phone logs and other bits of evidence to support my case, but as it turns out, all I had to say was: 'Good afternoon', 'yes', and finaly: 'Thank you, good bye.'
So that was fun. Though of course this was only a preliminary hearing. The real fun will start when Charlie D tries to defend himself! I cant wait. Sod Law and Order, Ally McBeal, Boston Legal and Judge Judy. Its all happening here. When Charles Dance started to witter on pathetically about his ridiculous reasons for contending, I had to restrain myself from shouting 'YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH'. Truth to be told, I could barely stop myself from laughing as the judge ripped into him. Is it to late for a law career do you think?
