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Care and feeding of shellfish... Nov. 21st, 2003 09:56 am
Oyster card refused to function today - apparently the "quick renew" feature managed to skip a day. Admittedly I didn't renew it until rather late, but that's because I didn't get a reminder email.

The reason? "Oh, we took the site down for a day, your reminder must have been due to go out on that day".


*mutter*


As ever, computers continue to screw with as many aspects of my life as possible...

From: venta
Date: November 21st, 2003 - 02:08 am (Link)
I formed a theory a while ago that computers today provide the topic of conversation that servants provided to upper-class Victorians. Notably, something you could always moan about as everyone else would be having the same problems, and you could guarantee a sympathetic ear for your woes.
(no subject) - (Anonymous)
From: valkyriekaren
Date: November 21st, 2003 - 02:43 am (Link)
Yes, and hocking the silverware and tippling the Mur, Nig and Ydnarb.
(no subject) - (Anonymous)

IIRC...

From: booklectic
Date: November 21st, 2003 - 04:31 am (Link)
The upper classes used to label their bottles by spelling the names backwards, in the mistaken belief that the servants then wouldn't realise what they were, and thus wouldn't drink them.

In return, the servants would steal the alcohol and top it up with water in the - probably accurate - belief that their employers wouldn't notice.

Re: IIRC...

From: valkyriekaren
Date: November 21st, 2003 - 04:38 am (Link)
I think there's a Terry Pratchett bit about this, with the servants thinking that anyone stupid enough to think that spelling something backwards was a cunning ruse would be too dumb to notice that their Ydnarb was being topped up with Eniru.
From: venta
Date: November 21st, 2003 - 04:09 am (Link)
You know sometimes if you're sitting in a room with a computer which is on, but not currently in use, the hard drive starts whirring for no obvious reason ?

They're plotting, I tell you.