My latest nemesis: the multi-touch interface
Mark was using one of the full-size desks to test our course presentation on some of the associate tutors. It was going smoothly right up to me absent-mindedly leaning on a corner of the desk. Then bam! The first blue screen of death I’d seen in the best part of a decade.
We lost our lunch break to interface hysterics. It seems that even a team of peer-reviewed experts struggle with tech issues they see as “outside their expertise”. *sigh*
The saga ended with Mark and me putting in some overtime with the paperwork. I pulled out of an early evening pub meet with the Southbank gaming crowd (sorry guys), and we’d just about drawn a line under our draft syllabus before being forcibly evicted from the university premises.
Having missed the last train back, we blagged a lift with the carpool evangelists from student support, who spent most of the journey raving about every city hall policy rolled out in the past 18 months, seemingly regardless of scope or content. Oblivious to the currently incumbent’s appeal, I sat silently - staring out over the city’s billboards and neon lights.
Still, I’m back at the flat now. Cocooned from the minefield of political discourse and ready for bed.
