Thursday 12 February 2015

The Ghost Writer, an Office, an Update and a Golden Ibis




Now my last post was all about stuff changing and how it sort of happens jolly damn quickly at times and then sometimes so slowly that we cant deal with it in human terms as change. Well yesterday I found myself for reasons some of you will have worked out, at the office of the Ghost Writer. Who although a terrible Ghost Writer, is known to many as the IT Guru to the Stars as well as folk of a non star status. Well lets face it stars are not what they were when Humphrey Bogart, Jane Russell. James Cagney or Gary Cooper and the like were stars, these days they are folk I have never heard of and often look like spoil teenage brats.

Anyway there I was in the office of the Ghost Writer when a message arrived to say that a small flock of Zombies were attacking a shed in my garden. . . . . . No hang on that is not the message I was planning to discuss. . . . . No a message arrived in the office to say that the national organisation were doing important updates and that it might impact to some degree on the internet of the offices across the United Kingdom. Well as the Ghost Writer himself said at the time what this means is that no one will be able to do any work what so ever, and he was right.  And as the office suddenly came to a grinding halt it showed the very weakness of the modern internet based working environment. 

You see at one time a wizened old monk would be there with his quill and vellum working on his illuminated manuscript and except for the Vikings would work away through thick and thin, power cuts and even no internet. Even till very recently an office full of typists could produce loads of stuff a day, far more than they do now using the internet, but of course distribution was a bit of an issue, but at least folk did not spend half their day emailing pictures of cats to each other or shopping.


So there you have it a high tech (OK not very high) office is all well and good but takeaway the internet and almost instantaneously it is paralysed and folk can not do a thing. It is now very trendy to work in the so called Cloud, but just wait until the next major solar flare or some evil organization takes over and the internet is zapped, what will folk do then. It will not fair well for my blog either although luckily I have a wizened old monk writing it all on vellum with a quill from a Golden Ibis so . . . . . . . . . . . . HAH AHHAH haha ha ha ha hah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahha ha haha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha . . . . my place in history is assured.  

14 comments:

  1. I think Venus is a cloudy place so we probably have no busy ness trying to inhabit it. I did have a dream once about living on a movable structure that stayed on the dark side of Mercury. It used solar energy from an collector that also moved so that it was right on the edge of day/night of Mercury.

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    1. That appears to be a perilous place to live and not the sort of place one could relax and take the dog for a walk.

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    2. I had thought about being a pharmaceutical sales rep but I think it would take me away from Cooper too often and for too long. I s'ppose I could put a camper on my truck and take him with me all day on the road.

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    3. I am not sure how weLL Cooper would like riding around in the back of the camper aLL day even if we went to a park to play between aLL the appointments. I am now thinking I like biochemistry far more than pharma.

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    4. Being a sales rep is hard work I think, you spend your life chasing sales. Better to be a dog walker then Cooper could come as well.

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  2. Having written this last night I was somewhat amused to find that on the Today programme on BBC Radio 4 this morning while I was pondering leaping into action they were discussing the cloud. Apparently due to technology changes someone has said much of what is in cyberspace could be lost. But what they suggested was that the best way to save all this information long term was to use archive paper and write everything down the old fashioned way.

    I do wonder at times if there are folk watching just waiting to pinch my ideas and claim they thought of it first. But they will not get away with it as I have it all written down . . . . . . . So YA SUCKS BOO . . .

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    1. Yes, because we aLL know how industrucktible and everlasting paper and ink are.

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    2. apparently you can get fancy archive paper that lasts for ages.

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  3. You want to be careful employing those monks. It's well known that cheeky monks would get bored, copying manuscripts and the like, and would often draw naughty little pictures on the side.
    There was something on the TV about it the other week showing just how many of these monks had a fetish for drawing bottoms and ... well... I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
    That's why the internet is better - There's nothing naughty or rude on the internet!

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    1. I must admit I never look for naughty or rude on the internet so now I know that it would be entirely pointless looking . As for those monks I suspect they got fed up of word after word of writing words and bottoms were something they were good at drawing, there are no fiddly bits on a bottom. I could always check that on the internet . . . . OK maybe not.

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  4. I've gone through more laptops than anyone on this planet. Therefore if the internet decided to crash, it would like a nice break for me...or the start of a robotic uprising...

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    1. Laptops are fine, its the throwing then at the wall and hitting them with a large stick that tends to make them unreliable.

      I do like the old 1950's robots.

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  5. Remember back when you would say someone had their head in the clouds it was kind of a fanciful romantic dreamy thing? Now it's maybe that but in a different sort of way. These days nothing is as it seems.

    Arlee Bird
    A to Z Challenge Co-host
    Tossing It Out

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    1. Indeed clouds are not what they used to be.

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