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Kerr Alexander
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I'm using Joli OS!!

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After a wee twitter discussion with +Iain Bartholomew +Michael McGarrity and +Michael Byers (starting to hate 140 characters. I love to whinge on and on) I've got an idea of something I'd like to write about regarding business, marketing, sales and social media...

This is mainly to remind me or, when I see the post later, guilt me into actually writing something.

A tweet from Nate Lanxon (Editor of sparked a mini rant from me... one that, in the normal humdrumery of my life, I had suppressed without note. Unfortunately my 'Demon Rage' has been unleashed. I'm so sorry.

Virgin Media sent me a letter months ago, with Usain Bolt on the front, telling me my broadband was being doubled. "Broader broadband!?!" I squealed, "Isn't that just neat?"

Now of course, Virgin Media play it like they're the plucky wee company doing their customers a favour. Making us feel like cheeky wee beggars - taking liberties by paying for a service. I'm reminded of Discworld's Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler...

The other week I recieved another letter from Virgin Media (sadly no Mr Bolt this time - bad omen) telling me how times were tough and, y'know, they've been helping us out all this time, what with all that taking money for a service. Times are tough for massive corporates, especially when there is a large market that views internet access as a basic utility, so of course they're going to have to increase my monthly bill by a few quid.

Now, call me ungrateful, but I don't really understand why I should be happy that they told me they were broadening my broadband as a favour, then increased my bill before my service had been improved.

Am I being unreasonable? I thought paying more for an improved service was a thing that people accepted - why the song and dance?

It's all completely redundant anyway. Virgin Media is the only service provider in my area that can offer the level of service I want. If I move to Sky or BT, or another ISP, my connection speed falls dramatically to only save a few pennies. Not exactly worth it.

First world problems and all that. Doesn't make me any less pissed off when it's combined with all the other increased living costs.

Woe is me.

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True of many an industry that's just too afraid to be bold...

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'mon England (and Scotland too!)

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Recently I took the decision to change career, necessitating a change in job alongside a sizable financial commitment for a new qualification. I stumbled across this article whilst waiting for the kettle to boil and had to share.

It sums up how immensely scared I am, but also how much I have to do this regardless of how difficult it is. In the short term I've halved my earning potential and done what feels like throwing away the last six years. I feel haunted by the stupid mistakes I've made - normally driven by my own impatience, vanity, or pointless material desire. I've spent the last six years drowning in what I wanted instead of taking care of what I need.

I'm brimming with frustration and regret. Stymied by decisions that have planted the seed for another poor decision, making me feel like I had no options when in fact I could have made a change much, much earlier.

What I do accept, and take as cold comfort, is that I wouldn't be at this point if it wasn't for everything that has gone before. I had to go through all of this to force a decision and actually do something.

I guess I should be happy that I still have the freedom to make a change. I can't imagine being in this position in my mid 30s, mortgaged up to the eyeballs and providing for a family.

It may be a bit early for a toast, but here's to the adolescence of the 2000s. Pain, change, confusion... just like my own teenage years.

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So awesome.
The best GIF ever: Reanimator Lab reinvents the web’s favorite format

You can watch it loop a dozen times and still notice new things

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Ok, ok. Getting used to this Google+ thing. Post below that I can't be bothered doing again and making sure it's public ;-P
Last year I bought an Olympus Trip 35 camera, inspired by my good friend +Iain Kendall and his work with film photography. It was a complete venture into the unknown - I'd never been into photography as a kid or teenager. I'd completely missed the boat.

Recording 'stuff' in pictures just wasn't something my family did. It's a running joke that there are barely any pictures of my sister as a child, and even now there are very few family photographs in my parents house.

Anyway, I met my girlfriend in 2005 and she was almost never without a camera. Her family had stacks and stacks of pictures - something which fascinated me.

Eventually I was interested enough to buy a DSLR, and even though I started off being prolific with photographs (maybe a bit too prolific if the size of my early Flickr sets are anything to go by) I got fed up of how complicated it was and ended up selling it to make way for a Micro 4/3s camera. That was fine, but what really got me interested was buying the adaptor and using old film lenses on the M4/3s format.

Researching the lenses opened my eyes to a world of cameras I knew absolutely nothing about, ending up in eBay purchases of the Trip 35, an OM-10 SLR, an Agfa pocket camera and some Chinese empire rangefinder style type thing that I find completely mind-boggling to use.

So far I've only managed to get one film developed, and half the shots (maybe all?) aren't much to write home about. I do like them though, because I know every one of them, especially the ones I'm sharing on Flickr, would look so different if shot digitally. Even though these were just scanned on my crappy flatbed scanner, I kind of feel a bit warm and fuzzy about them.

So, long story short. I took some pictures of Malta and Cornwall on an old camera from the 70s. Have a look!

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