I manage to squeeze in a quick trip to California to finish up my Sex.com book and everything goes crazy.
I arrived in San Francisco an hour ago to no less than four voicemails and 50 non-spam emails – in the spate of 10 hours. I knew ICANN was going to announce its MoU late on Thursday but was unable to speak to Paul Twomey before my plane this morning. As I write this I still don’t know what’s in it, but I have had eight emails and two voicemails about it.
Likewise, I understand that this blog went down this afternoon (UK time) while I was on the 747, reading iWoz, and trying to ignore both Mission Impossible III being shown inches from my face and a woman asleep and lolling dangerously to my side.
Update: Incredibly, it would appear that my site was brought down by a denial of service attack from Mac maniacs because of this article on Techworld and my response to some aggressive criticism.
And I still don’t know what’s happened with Nominet’s elections either – although I also have several emails about that.
So, in summary, I have chosen the worst day in a year to sit on a plane. Why can’t they sort out Net and phone access on board plane for chrissakes? Fortunately everyone apart from Californians are asleep so I might be able to catch up with some pithy analysis and no one will notice.
It’s a shame I’m not in Los Angeles, I’d go knock on ICANN’s door…
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