Well happy Wednesday to all my readers. We start the day with the faint promise of snow, which I hope remains as unfulfilled as my dream to play for Tottenham is. Eldest is doing her Science GCSE today, which took me back to the first time I did a GCSE, or “O Level” as it was called back then. It was English Language, and the night before we had an almighty storm. I remember the combination of the storm, and the noisy neighbour feud that we had somehow got ourselves embroiled in left me feeling all bleary eyed and unprepared. I got a B, which back then was pretty good, and this was my last experience of getting exam results and feeling anything other than horror. I was sent on my way with the hopes and dreams of the whole family on my shoulders at exam time, and it genuinely felt tremendously nerve wracking. Today, we packed eldest off in a calm way, almost as if it were any other day. Is this because we are super confident of her abilities, or just a sign that exams are devalued? Obviously, if I suggest the latter, it also devalues all the hard work that her and her friends have clearly been putting in , but it does make me wonder about the standards. Perhaps the standard of teaching has rocketed to the extent that kids are just better prepared? Anyway, I await a text for the usual “It went OK” missive.
I have taken the plunge into the world of the “iPhone”. I took the plunge with an upgrade yesterday, and await my shiny little black box of wonderment with equal measures of excitement and foreboding. I am a bit of a geek at heart, and have always had a lot of love for PCs and the Internet in general. I have played with a Mac once or twice, but have always favoured the PC. This is not an anti Apple thing, it’s the comfortable pair of slippers thing. Now couple with this, I have pretty much always been a Nokia person as far as phones go as well, so this is a pretty major decision to take for me. I am concerned that if I don’t enjoy the experience that I am trapped in this contract for 2 years with no hope of breaking out of it without donating internal organs and the keys to my house. I am also concerned that I will find myself part of the “Smug iPhone owners club”. Charlie Brooker has written about it far more eloquently than I ever could, but in essence, I think anyone reading this will know what I mean. I think it is summed up by the auto signature that both iPhone and Blackberry users have. You know the one “This message was sent from my iPhone”....Ooooohhh was it? Oooohh aren’t you clever???!!! I’m SO jealous!!!! What that message actually says is one of two things; 1) I am so inadequate that I feel the need to boast about a phone or 2) I don’t know how to remove this standard signature. I await mine with interest, pretty much certain that now I have written this, I will not be able to remove that message for at least a year. I have also, so far, avoided the temptation to start looking at the myriad of useless “Apps” that will transform my life, and if I am being entirely honest, it’s been a struggle not to look. I think I may be teetering on the brink of uber-geekdom. However, if anyone catches me pretending that my phone is a Star Wars Light Sabre, you have my full permission to kill me.
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