Voicemail Rage

I'm on Vodaphone. Like most people I sometimes receive a voicemail from somebody who, before I can pick it up and listen to it, manages to subsequently reach me, thereby negating the need for me to listen to their voicemail message.

However, when their message comes up for playback when I'm going through my pending voicemails, and you attempt to delete it within three seconds of playback - like if you are in a hurry to get to the next message - playback pauses, there's a few moments of silence and then the voicemail lady comes on and says, very slowly, and purposely, and slowly - did I mention slowly?

"It is not possible to delete a message within three seconds of playback commencing."

or something long and wordy to that effect before returning to playing back the message - at the beginning again, thus rendering your attempt to save precious time into something which actually delays you even longer. I swear I can hear her smirk when she slurs out her delaying tactic, and she gets me with it every time.

Chicken Or Blog?

In which of these does the heart of blogging beat strongest?

(a) Interesting people who happen to blog openly about their already interesting lives/work. e.g Esther Dyson.

(b) Private bloggers who are known more for their interesting blogs rather than their interesting lives.

I don't know if this is a valid question to ask, or not. I also wonder why there's this stigma about not quitting once you've started a blog, after all, if it's art - another big tangential question - does it matter if it's a single character in length or several gigabytes of daily postings?

Is it because quitting your weblog is a form of virtual suicide, as you willfully bring about your own cessation of existence in our online world? Of course, you obviously invisibly existed in it prior to blogging whenever you visited a site, but it's the act of writing yourself into existence when you start blogging that results in the creation of a version of your self that is visible to others. When you pull the plug on your blog, does this equate to a form of suicide? Is that why we don't like to talk about it and choose to doggedly keep going even when we have nothing new or blogworthy to say, so you just keep on going as a means of existence rather than creativity or participation?

Is there a certain kind of person that's pre-disposed to blogging or is it really suitable for anyone?

Is there such a thing as a limit to the number of questions you can ask in a single weblog post?

No? OK, how come Blogger Pro's spell checker doesn't recognise the words blog, weblog, blogger and blogs as valid words? I ask you.

Living On The Web

Jeneane is musing about how many of her previously private and inner-most thoughts, now exist for all to see in her now online work persona. Can't get too much of a good thing. Of course, there's a big disconnect between my working life and what I blog about on here.

Think the Berlin Wall. It's a choice I made when I started and seems to have worked out so far, apart from the fact there's a whole load of stuff I'd love to talk about in the area of business and technology, in the interests of progress and debate, but which I have forbidden myself from doing. This means I only get to talk about the weird shit that comes into my head during my working day but which isn't work related. One day, perhaps.