Lord help me, technology is getting on my nerves. I am really not so much of a gadget person though I try my best, just like you, to keep at pace with the digital times. So, I have an email with a password, I use messenger and windows media player, eh…am also on Facebook.
Lord help me, technology is getting on my nerves. I am really not so much of a gadget person though I try my best, just like you, to keep at pace with the digital times. So, I have an email with a password, I use messenger and windows media player, eh…am also on Facebook.
Life has never been the same with the computer and internet. Who knew that one day we would be able to make all the purchases, including a car, online?
In 1997, it would be impossible to convince someone, including me, how a car could be purchased from Japan, just buying sitting on a computer and hitting a few buttons.
By 2005 it had dawned on us that even your potential lifetime partner was just a click away. Not all that glitters though, is Gold, so goes the adage. I have had to endure a lot of pain and anger, all originating from the computer and its fiancé, Internet.
Spam mails of Conmen, not to mention Nigerians, who claim that you won a certain amount of Jackpot, pharmacies advertising Viagra (Imagine of all drugs), pornographic sites advertising explicit material and all the crap that manages to find its way through the internet.
These I have endured for a long time and I am now somehow used. However, there’s one thing I am not ready to get used to, Flixter. It’s so annoying and I am sorry these guys will have to develop a business concept or forget catching up with Facebook.
Several times I have tried to join this Movie sharing network but failed to finish their tricky registration process. While registering, it tricks you into having all your friends in your address book join the site, if you don’t, then you won’t complete the registration.
But I can’t believe these guys are so desperate to make their website as popular as Facebook or Twitter. They have gone to an extent of hacking into my address book and those of all my friends and then using their emails to send back a chain of emails, claiming that my friends sent the emails themselves.
What is so amusing is that they have failed to differentiate between the gender of my friends, so they keep sending emails like "David has sent you a Kiss”, John has sent you a Rose” Ambrose has sent you a special gift” blah blah…..
Scared that one of my friends has become gay, I click on the link very fast only to find that these good-for-nothing Flixter boys are urging me to complete registration before I could access my Kiss or Rose.
The next time I meet David am like "how dare you send me a Kiss you gay bastard?” He worriedly looks at me and asks, "Are you out of your mind boy?”
The next thing I know is that I try my level best to clarify whether I am indeed sane or out of my mind and whether the only place I should be at the moment is Ndera.
What I had to do to find out the real truth was open another email which I used to send emails to my official emails. The Flixter boys fell for the trick.
They thought they had landed yet another customer and went on to send a quick email to my other email "Edmund has sent you some Chocolate”.
At this moment I noticed that indeed it wasn’t my Boss who had sent the email "(Type the name) has sent you a Doughnut” of all things! I expected something like "……has sent you a Pay rise Email or a promotion.”
Cheers to you Flixter boys for you have made my friends doubt my sanity but you really have to be a little bit creative and innovative or else you will keep watching as Facebook boys smile to the bank and scale up the list of the Forbes list of the Worlds Richest People.