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.
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 case anyone thinks I’m being in any way sexist, I am of course referring to the Ludacris song ‘Move Bitch’ that has been co-opted into some of the most hilarious videos I’ve seen.
New York City has a problem. Now, I know it’s not a problem isolated to this particular city, nor even this country. I am also aware that London has its fair share of it too, but I swear it is nowhere near as bad as it is here (despite AJ’s protestations to the contrary. She’s supporting her hometown, I get it. But Jesus Harry Christ people, get the fuck off your phones.
Continue reading “Move, bitch”
I recently talked about what to pack when moving abroad, with the tactic acknowledgment that you can’t bring everything with you, and the stuff. that you do send after you will arrive months later.
What this means for most people is that you’re going to have to buy an awful lot of stuff at the other end, and that can be a daunting task. Thankfully, we have online shopping. In particular, we have Amazon.
I’ve used Amazon for years on and off, as I’m sure most people reading this have too. Once I got here though, Amazon became our lifeline. As it turns out, they now stock damn near everything.
Continue reading “Exploring the Amazon”
When I moved to America, I decided that – to begin with – I would just use my corporate phone for everything. It seemed simpler and one less thing to have to buy and setup, plus it would let me wait for Apple’s announcements and see what those brought.
In November, I decided it was time to get myself a phone and split my personal stuff out from the company device, which always left me feeling a little uncertain.
You would think that, after having secured a bank account, a social security number, a place to live, and a house full of furniture that acquiring a phone would be easy.
You would be mistaken.
Continue reading “America doesn’t want me to have a phone”
I recently talked about the process I went through to pack up all my gubbins and travel with, or ship it to the USA. I made a conscious decision that I would move with just what I needed to live; clothes, my laptops (for work of course), things to wash and clean myself, and … that was about it. Everything else would be shipped in boxes over the course of a few months or, if I hadn’t owned it in the first place, simply bought outright.
Once we’d found a place, the question of cleaning it quickly came up, particularly with wood floors throughout (dust magnet) as well as a long-haired canine in residence. A vacuum cleaner was needed, and fast, but my shiny-almost-new Dyson was in a box awaiting a boat to bring it across the ocean.
Faced with the prospect of buying another one to achieve our immediate needs and then having a duplicate a few months down the line, I decided to go a different route.
Continue reading “Signs of Reggie”
Thank you for driving carefully.
1 Friend Request, 1 Message, and 14 Notifications.
That’s what greeted me when I just opened a tab to Facebook before I started writing this. I haven’t opened Facebook in, probably, two weeks. Most of the notifications were to tell me that someone else had ‘posted for the first time in a while’.
I officially swore off Facebook back in January. That was when I deleted it from my phone, removed it from the front page of ‘Recently Accessed Sites’ in Google Chrome, and resolved not to look at it. Avoiding it on my phone was easy – the Facebook mobile site is not great – but I still found myself checking occasionally on the laptop.
It took another month or so to truly stop caring, but I was supremely glad when I did.
Continue reading “You are now leaving Facebook”