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Unbelievable! (Or not)
Thursday, October 13th, 2011 10:37 amI am not enjoying Thursday so far, though I have a half day, so it will pick up.
Let me outline my pain so you, the wider world, can broadcast your complete indifference (I exempt from this ‘indifference’ all my chums, for whom I insert the word ‘mockery’, for my pain is simple annoyance and nothing merit worthy). I’m only mentioning it because this is a journal and what’s a journal without entries?
Firstly, my attempts to purchase tickets for the McCartney gig have proven fruitless. I could have bought them yesterday during the day, but I had left my credit card at home to prevent random, unscheduled purchases. By the time I got home, the pre-sale tickets available to we O2 subscribers had been sold. My second chance was this morning, when they went on general sale. Except they went on general sale at 9.00am and by 935 when I managed to log on, all that were left were the hideously expensive tickets. So, despite the fact the old bugger probably won’t be touring too much more, I shan’t be seeing him. Fingers crossed that he does another tour or adds another date before he gets too decrepit to pick up a guitar.
Secondly, I wish to rant about IT. My particular ire is pointed at Apple at then moment. I don’t wish to complain about the shenanigans I suffered yesterday, downloading iOS5 for my iPhone – as soon as I started, I realised that I would have been better served waiting 24 hours until demand calmed down world wide. So the jollity of the eternal download and multiple aborted attempts to upgrade the OS were foreseeable and avoidable. In this particular case I blame my impatience, shrug my shoulders and move on.
No, my particular annoyance today is the discovery that half my contact list has disappeared. That’s names, addresses, phone numbers and emails. The update has eaten them. Tonight I shall attempt to restore them from back up, but I am also aware that if I am not careful, iTunes will see the list has been trimmed, assume that’s what I want and eat the back up, too. I do have an old-fashioned method – the whole list is on my old iPhone, so I can type it all back in by hand if necessary and hope that I haven’t updated anything since June, when I acquired my iPhone 4, but that’s the last resort.
I have a sneaking suspicion that my annoyance should be aimed at iCloud. I am beginning to think that having set itself up, it began synchronising itself with my iPhone without telling me, and now I am at work with my home PC turned off, it cannot finish synching over the wi-fi. Of course, if it had told me what it was doing in words of one syllable or less, I should have let it get on with it over night instead of – foolishly – closing iTunes when the phone to computer synch was complete. I don’t understand why this should have whipped the second half of the alphabet from my contacts list, but it’s all I can think of.
Anyway, the position for now is this: if your surname falls further down the alphabet than ‘K’ (more precisely, part way through the ‘Ki’ sequence: my niece Hayley is still on my contact list, but her sister Sarah and brother Tom are not), then you are effectively dead to me for the time being. If you text me or call me, I shan’t have a clue who you are unless you state your name! Well, that’s not strictly true, if you phone, I may recognise your voice, but you know what I mean.
Today has started annoyingly. And it’s too warm.
Bah.
Anyway, enough of me; how are you?
Let me outline my pain so you, the wider world, can broadcast your complete indifference (I exempt from this ‘indifference’ all my chums, for whom I insert the word ‘mockery’, for my pain is simple annoyance and nothing merit worthy). I’m only mentioning it because this is a journal and what’s a journal without entries?
Firstly, my attempts to purchase tickets for the McCartney gig have proven fruitless. I could have bought them yesterday during the day, but I had left my credit card at home to prevent random, unscheduled purchases. By the time I got home, the pre-sale tickets available to we O2 subscribers had been sold. My second chance was this morning, when they went on general sale. Except they went on general sale at 9.00am and by 935 when I managed to log on, all that were left were the hideously expensive tickets. So, despite the fact the old bugger probably won’t be touring too much more, I shan’t be seeing him. Fingers crossed that he does another tour or adds another date before he gets too decrepit to pick up a guitar.
Secondly, I wish to rant about IT. My particular ire is pointed at Apple at then moment. I don’t wish to complain about the shenanigans I suffered yesterday, downloading iOS5 for my iPhone – as soon as I started, I realised that I would have been better served waiting 24 hours until demand calmed down world wide. So the jollity of the eternal download and multiple aborted attempts to upgrade the OS were foreseeable and avoidable. In this particular case I blame my impatience, shrug my shoulders and move on.
No, my particular annoyance today is the discovery that half my contact list has disappeared. That’s names, addresses, phone numbers and emails. The update has eaten them. Tonight I shall attempt to restore them from back up, but I am also aware that if I am not careful, iTunes will see the list has been trimmed, assume that’s what I want and eat the back up, too. I do have an old-fashioned method – the whole list is on my old iPhone, so I can type it all back in by hand if necessary and hope that I haven’t updated anything since June, when I acquired my iPhone 4, but that’s the last resort.
I have a sneaking suspicion that my annoyance should be aimed at iCloud. I am beginning to think that having set itself up, it began synchronising itself with my iPhone without telling me, and now I am at work with my home PC turned off, it cannot finish synching over the wi-fi. Of course, if it had told me what it was doing in words of one syllable or less, I should have let it get on with it over night instead of – foolishly – closing iTunes when the phone to computer synch was complete. I don’t understand why this should have whipped the second half of the alphabet from my contacts list, but it’s all I can think of.
Anyway, the position for now is this: if your surname falls further down the alphabet than ‘K’ (more precisely, part way through the ‘Ki’ sequence: my niece Hayley is still on my contact list, but her sister Sarah and brother Tom are not), then you are effectively dead to me for the time being. If you text me or call me, I shan’t have a clue who you are unless you state your name! Well, that’s not strictly true, if you phone, I may recognise your voice, but you know what I mean.
Today has started annoyingly. And it’s too warm.
Bah.
Anyway, enough of me; how are you?