An exquisite torture is sitting through presentations about ubiquitous connectivity when you’re beating your brains out trying to get a link.
In two conferences in the last seven days, this was my fate.
The hotel/conference site/organizers say: ‘There’s WiFi and here’s the password’, but in practice you make numerous attempts to access and, when you finally get on, you’re timed out it in minute or two.
Or you don’t get access at all. And a reporter without a link is as much use as a stud without tackle.
All the while the smug b.s on the platform are blah blah blah-ing away about ‘always on, any time, anywhere connectivity’.
‘You bastards’, I think, ‘I bet you each have a personal IT man to keep you connected.’
Rubbing it in is the waffle about the internet of things or the internet of everything.
I’m more than a thing, and I struggle miserably to connect. So how the heck can a mere thing manage it?