Windmills

I woke to the reality that neither my iPod (bless the 40gig old big guy) nor my iBook are supported anymore, and i did not get APP's for them. dunno how long i can keep asking for CS codes just because 'i know people who work for Apple'.

Otherwise i quite think this is a good idea. i keep being amazed by the opportunities presented by this 'internet' thing. every day i still find msn (yes, working for a big corporation way worse of its reputation than Apple and dealing with WIN2000) and real-life conversations incredible. as you might notice, during my year as 'tech support' i never got very technical...

whos' retuned to Munich? :S i wish my parents had named me mac_2006. or i am just too far out of the loop to understand (next someone's going to comment 'who the hell are you and who do you think you are owning an old 40gig iPod). or i've started thinking in dutch. which is tragic.

maybe the time will come i'll come up with something sensible to write. meanwhile i look out of the window to the sunshine and get a flash of nostalgia for the grey of Ireland and the local buses.

the beer is a good idea

We don't support you

We don't support you. Or some of us still do.

Since the first weeks here, I felt like one of the people who was here, Thomas, us has put it : If somebody someday decides to make a soap called "The Callcenter" trust me, that would be entertaining, with intriguers, sex, drugs, rock 'n roll and nerve thrilling moments.

So no one has made that soap yet. I think. Then again, I don't have time for watching TV, and it often feels like so many people who have been here, once supporting, have so become internet addicted that you just know that if they are still alive, they will be online when they are awake, unless they are very ill. So many of the people who have been here can easily be found online, they have their own blogs, their own lifes by now ... every time someone sends the email "I'm going away" I wonder where they go, what they will do, and if they will have good or bad memories of this place.

I always wondered why there wasn't some place online for hanging out for 'us', those who were here, and those who still are. There are so many legendary stories about the people who were here, who have gone away somewhere and do something else now. So many stories. To hopefully not be lost forever.

We don't support you. Or then some of us still do. If you got an invite to be an author here, then you were here... someone knew or remembers you. Want to join to be the co-author here? Any of the I-was-once-here are welcome.