All Change

So here I am, back in the rat race. I've started my new job and can now be found most mornings, bleary-eyed on the train platform awaiting the 0637 to London Victoria.

After a few years of using a technology I'm familiar with, I'm now re-learning everything. The only thing the same now is Windows XP. Everything else I'm doing is new. C#, Visual Studio 2005, Office 2007 (and the ongoing battle between myself and Word's new interface), Outlook, servers, printers, colleagues, location, desk, chair and receptionist.

Actually, that's not entirely true. The important things are still the same. Debates over who's turn it is to make tea (to the point of waiting until one of us nips out to the loo then leaving the empty cups outside the door and locking the door), having a laugh, doing all things developer-ey, and the support of my family.

In other news, I got an email from Bill Gates saying he'd received my knackered Xbox 360 and they were… actually, here's the email in it's entirety:

We have received your Xbox at our service center. It is our priority to process your Xbox in a timely manner and to get it back to you as good as new. We will contact you as soon as we are finished so you can get ready to get back into the game!

Note: This is not a monitored e-mail address.

I'm a priority! Good to know Bill is on the case.

Whilst I'm here (on the bed, savoring the wafting smells of food being prepared, and typing away on my MacBook) I'd like to think I've had some affect on the BBC news site. After I mailed them asking why so many quote marks it looks to me as if they've stopped being quite so keen on them. I know it's probably a coincidence but I'd like to carry on kidding myself, if that's ok.

(For those slackers reading via RSS, check the link to 'Ask Elvis' in the Other News box on the site)

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Just the fax

Have you seen the HSBC advert? The one with the big tree and loads of people answering the question “what does a tree mean to you?”. When they get to a girl who says “paper” they ramble on about how eco friendly they are, and how they save paper etc.

Well, I messed up logging into my HSBC business account and it disabled it. Fair enough. (Although I'm *sure* when registering it asked WHERE my mother was born, and during the process of trying to reset my password it asked WHEN.) Anyway, I ring out the outer reaches of Asia and speak to a nice lady who takes my details then informs me I need to go to a certain web site, find a form…. print it out, fill it in and fax it to them.

Print? Fax?

Eco rubbish aside, the form requires me to write down my user name, and a new password. Erm, lucky fax is super secure as well as being environmentally friendly.

So, what does a tree mean to me? 1980s internet, that's what.

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Teeny tech

My daughter came wandering into my 'den' yesterday with a Nintendo DS in each hand (one belonging to a neighbour) and asked..

“Daddy, how do I link these games together?”

How cute is that? Made all the more impressive by the fact that we only have one DS in the house and we've never mentioned the ability to link them up before. That and she's 5.

Won't be long before she's after her own mobile which I'd rather she didn't have, but there's no really logical argument against it. Well, not one that doesn't contradict our current approach of not limiting her access to technology. Hmm, time to peruse my Calvin and Hobbes collection for some parenting guidance. (And if you say 'who?' to Calvin and Hobbes, make with your search engine of choice and educate yourself, forthwith!)

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