Mobile GMail, Twitter and why I’m no better than Crackberry addicts
Computing, Internet, Life, Technology, Web 2.0 Add commentsAt the company Christmas meeting/lunch/disco in 2006, I had the pleasure of sitting at the same table as one of our directors. During the meal he checked his email on his Blackberry (nicknamed “Crackberry” due to the addictive nature of anywhere, any time email) several times. I seem to remember telling him, in jest, to “put it away”.
Fast forward to 2007. Three has the best-value data packages of the UK mobile operators: £2.50 per month for 10MB of data, which is plenty for mobile e-mail and the odd bit of Twittering and Mobile Facebooking. You can get “unlimited” (actually 1GB fair use) for £5/month, but that’s overkill for me. It’s the same price as ten train times lookups via the official, paid-for service on Planet Three, so in those terms: why not?
Well, it’s a good job that Three’s 3G coverage is patchy near our house. I do find that I don’t want to miss anything on Twitter, especially, while mobile GMail is a strange mix of regular email, commercial marketing that I have signed up for, and mailing lists. The latter, like Twitter, plug me in to online community to such an extent that I find it hard to resist continuously checking for replies and new conversations.
Perhaps I’m filling a void because I don’t get out much IRL. Hey, having just had another baby, I don’t have the chance to get out much! My evenings are mostly cook (unless Kathy’s done that), eat, clear up, do some housework, rock Abi to sleep and then go to bed - preferably early so I don’t feel the effects of broken nights too much.
Online community is most of the community I get at the moment.
January 28th, 2008 at 2:47 pm
I bought a 3SkypePhone a while back (the “CamelCaseExtreme” as I renamed it.) Crediting £10 a month gave me unlimited Skype calls, then you can buy the £5 unlimited data package with your credit. It sounded great, but the experience of connecting and then using the phone was so poor I never transfered my number to 3, and haven’t turned it on since the week it was bought.
I often wonder what the blazes I used to do with all that spare time before I had kids. Now the stimulation I miss the most is face-to-face contact I once took for granted. Online community mitigates that a little, but there’s nothing like looking people in the eye over a pint. Here’s to Miss Abigail sleeping through the night in the near future!