I was going to write some stuff about the Cruise, but after going back and looking at my previous two posts it appears that I covered most of it. When I posted my second entry, we were looking forward to a food tour in Punta Cana, on the Dominican Republic. That turned out to be a huge disappointment as it was cancelled the night before (I’m guessing due to lack of participation), and as we had a lie-in and only got to shore mid-morning, we were further disappointed to discover that there’s pretty much nothing to do, unless you get to shore first thing and go on a multi-hour excursion.
The only thing I have to say is that it was very hot.
The Bahamas though, that was awesome. We took a trip out to a Coral Reef (the cheaper trip on the jankier boat, but I think we ended up in the same spot as the others either way) and went snorkeling. I’m not a fan of the sea (it terrifies me) and I’m a crap swimmer, but even so this was something magical. I encourage anybody with the opportunity to do it to seize it with both hands and if, like me, you are a terrible swimmer, just remember that nobody will judge you for using the offered buoyancy aids!
Anywho, without further ado here’s the link to my favourite pictures. I’ve included a few below the line.
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I’ve made no secret of my general distaste for Facebook, or the fact that I quit some time ago (to all intents and purposes anyway). It’s still be useful, however, to get this content out to my friends and family.
A few weeks back I started to notice that I was logged out, and was required to enter a PIN from my phone to get back in. Thanks to an incredibly dumb UX decision by Facebook, I struggled with that for a few days, but eventually got the info entered. At this stage, I was asked to upload an image of myself for verification. I grabbed the first image I had available (a professional work picture that my colleague says makes me look “like a German porn star”) and uploaded it.
I then came to log in at some point a week or so later, to find that my account was disabled. Once your account is disabled, you’re pretty much screwed from what I can tell. You can lodge an appeal – which I did – and get nothing back. No confirmation that the appeal was lodged, no notice that anybody has read it, no sense of whether it’s been approved or denied. No dialogue whatsoever.
I lodged another appeal this evening but, if I don’t hear anything from that, I give up. I didn’t particularly want to be on the platform to begin with, but if they’re going to ban the account with no warning and give me no options to recover it, then I don’t see why I should deal with them at all.
Addressing the proverbial elephant in the metaphorical room
It’s that time. Time to talk about the Big H. No, not Harvey Weinstein, the other thing. Homesickness.
A few months ago I dumped a bunch of potential titles for posts into my Drafts folder to remind me what I had ideas about. One title was simply Homesickness, and AJ said “Well, you can’t write about that yet, because you haven’t gotten over it.”
I think I’ve been truly homesick just once before, back in September 2003 (or was it October?) when my family drove me the three hours from Wales to Manchester, and dumped me there. I remember feeling a profound sense of loss that day when they drove away, leaving me living on my own for the first time ever. This experience has been wholly different, for obvious reasons.
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Alexa, Google Home, Philips Hue, and more.
If you know me, you’ll know that I like my tech. I’ve worked in the sector for twelve years now (actually I think it’s coming up to thirteen … yikes) and have paddled in the seas of tech experimentation at various depths over the years.
After my abortive university escapade, I had my water-cooled custom-cased gaming rig, as well as my own Exchange and Web server. I cared about tenths of degrees of my CPU and GPU, how fast my RAM was clocked, and could tell the difference between a 5400 and 7200RPM spinning disk.
It’s not quite like that anymore.
Continue reading “Smarter than the Average Home”
In which Ed waxes lyrical about a mattress
If you’re in the United States of America and you’re looking for a new mattress, I got you. www.onpurple.com is the only place you need to be looking. You’ll thank me for the whimsical and very amusing videos that they use to illustrate their products, but I implore you to buy, experience, and then you can thank me again when you’ve had the best sleep of your life.
The only drawback is that going home to spend time with family, staying in less-than-five-star hotels, and sleeping on the train is just going to make you wish you were back at home in your own bed. Sorry!
Continue reading “On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and … Purple?”
Mother Nature truly is a powerful mistress
I’ve been wrestling with homesickness for the last few weeks, which is something I’ll cover in another post another time. As a result, I suppose I’ve been subconsciously a bit all over the place when it comes to emotional equilibrium.
Last Saturday, things got a little odd, and it’s all because of the weather.
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It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to
I recently mused that if I carried on complaining about things in New York / America I’d earn myself a Grumpy Old Man badge, and then had a friend tell me that I sound frustrated or angry all the time.
Whilst it’s fair to say that a healthy percentage of my content has been more critical in tone, I feel it would be remiss of me to not point out the following (some would say obvious) fact: moving countries is hard work.
This blog was always intended to cover the trials and tribulations involved in uprooting ones entire life and moving it three and a half thousand miles across the ocean and, guess what, there are many vexatious things about a country in which you haven’t spent your entire life!
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