“Only” took 20 minutes for this screen to come up this time. In a day and age when we should wait no more than 20 seconds. Still, I’m sure Vox believes I should be happy because 20 minutes is less than 16 hours. ‘Yay!’ they must think, ‘our load times have come down from hours to minutes!’
I know, no one likes the pissy tone I take when I begin these posts, but it’s so darned frustrating when technology does not work as advertised. And no one seems to think there’s anything wrong: I’ve heard from neither my ISP nor Vox on this bug.
That’s not totally true. I haven’t heard anything recently. TelstraClear says there is nothing wrong and it can reach vox.com. Duh. I know that. So can I. I just can’t do anything while I’m there except make comments (hence I am using one post’s comment space to blog at—this is how ridiculous it has become—and to keep track of how often Vox’s massive bug is keeping me from doing what it says on the tin). I can’t compose, add photos, add videos, etc. Except once every long while when it opts to let me have a screen to write in.
And Daisy, who seems to be the only person working at Six Apart who cares, has written to me as well. But I’ve heard nothing for a few days.
Remember how long the Amazon conduit took to get fixed here? Considering this “can’t do stuff on Vox” bug has been around since August, and has gotten worse by the week, I’d rather sacrifice the Amazon conduit in favour of, well, being able to blog.
Readers, I’m sorry you’ll have to put up with hugely long posts because I have no guarantee on when Vox will let me compose again.
Ben Kingsley
Here’s one thing I wanted to blog during one of the many, many blackouts on Vox.
I always thought Sir Ben Kingsley’s role in Sexy Beast was a cult favourite, but that the general public did not know of it. However, here he reprises his role for a charity advertisement. Linked to this was a brilliant one of Sir Ben impersonating Sir Anthony Hopkins:
More scenery shots
These would have warranted individual posts, but that’s not going to happen.
Remember when masonry was a real art, done by people and not a computer? This was beautiful work at one of our government buildings, where I was meeting a friend.
Here’s one for the car nuts:
Get it? A Škoda Octavia with a number plate about its origins, and a pun in the plate! This motorist has thought it through.
At last night’s launch of the Chinese New Year Festival, painter Stan Chan created a work live while Natalie Foy (niece of comedian Raybon Kan) sang a traditional song. As I remarked to the Mayor, the last time I saw something like that was Rolf Harris on the UK version of The Generation Game in the 1970s. A bit far away on the photo here:
Then, we wondered, what was an ambulance doing outside some restaurants on Blair Street? Was the curry that explosive at one of these joints? (Monsoon Poon is owned by a friend of mine and does some wonderful cuisine, incidentally.) Or, did one of the Mac operators at the recruitment agency collapse of exhaustion?
There were more tourists last night in Wellington than normal, which is lovely to see. Here are some examining the bucket fountain (part of most Wellingtonians’ childhoods; it was infamously desecrated when Elijah Wood urinated in it when he was here filming The Lord of the Rings). Darned Hollywood types.
Now, I can’t see the name of the establishment in this due to the lights, but I believe it was for either an adult shop or sex toys. It does make you wonder why they spend so much money advertising this stuff, but the headline was still funny:
There is one more, but I’m going to gamble to see if Vox will let me in again. Any bets on whether it will be minutes, hours or days?
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