Thirteen years ago, in February 2008 I joined Twitter. Since then, Twitter tells me that I have amassed around 55k tweets. If everyone of them was 140 characters (the original Twitter character limit of course), that would be 7.7m characters.
Posts about Internet
The mysterious MP3 that’s not so mysterious any more (or how I found out what some music was with a little help from people on the internet)
With so much information at our fingertips, it’s easy to believe that the internet has everything on it. Well almost everything. You won’t find out how many pairs of socks are in my drawer. But near enough everything you’d want to know. So when you discover a gap in the collective knowledge of the internet, it feels rather strange.
I don't know about you, but I use the same password for every website. I know, I know. I shouldn't. It's bad and wrong. One person could steal your password and get it in to all your accounts.
Corporate blogging alert! Corporate blogging alert!
Duplication in the Twittersphere when it comes to railways and social media
No spam filter is flawless and occasionally something gets through. Most of the time I bin them without comment, but this one caught my eye and inevitably I had to read it.
I've never counted up the spam vs proper comment ratio for my site but it's easily going to be a couple of hundred spam comments for every genuine one, especially as I've never had huge numbers of comments here for whatever reason.
Who wants to watch programmes on their computer when you've got a nice big television set instead?
Yesterday I sat at home reading through the results of Twitter searches for #collierswood and 'Colliers Wood' trying to the gauge reaction from the highly organised looting of our nearby shopping centres. Amongst the many tweets of reaction and photos were statements that it was all kicking off again. They'd struck the Tandem Centre again; people were fleeing Sainsburys in panic; hoodies were hanging round the tube station carrying golf clubs. Staples at South Wimbledon was on fire. Police sirens were going off everywhere as they couldn't cope.
I wandered over to the fastticket machines, put my card in and lo, my tickets printed out several hundred miles away from where they were supposed to.