It appears that all is not
well in cyberspace, well when I say not well I mean I have lost the internet.
OK if you are reading this then it means the internet has returned and all is
well again. However if you are not reading this then it is possible that things
are not working as they should. Just
imagine the world of cyberspace without me Rob Z Tobor it would not be the
same. . . . If you are all having a party and talking about me behind my back I
will not be pleased even if I don’t know about it because someone has nicked my
broadband.
So here I am typing away
in an optimistic way assuming that everything will be OK soon . . . OK soonish, as its starting to get dark and
all is still dead in the mystical world of cyberspace. It was OK until that
satellite starting messing about around Pluto, maybe we humans have upset some
sort of icy alien critter and they have decided it must be my fault. . . . I can imagine some scientist saying. . .
. OOOOOoooo
No you need to go and see that Rob Z Tobor he is always annoying aliens all the
time. . . . They say that because
I have all these brilliant ideas and they are jealous, the world of science is
full of jealousy and intrigue even if scientists insist they are all friends,
which they are not.
Anyway that’s it I am off
now to phone a man who will probably be in an Indian call centre and who will
tell me it must be the phone line in my house because BT equipment never goes
wrong ever. And besides I am merely a member of the public and therefore an
IDIOT. Luckily I know that there is a
house not far away using a BT hub and they also have had issues so they can’t
blame me or an icy alien from the Planet Pluto either.
It appears from the phone
call with a disembodied mechanical voice on the phone that there is a major
problem which will be fixed soon. . . . . . When I say soon I mean ages.
