Posts Tagged ‘Fido’

My Big, Fat Fido Roaming Bill

Friday, March 31st, 2006

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I should have known that my trusty hiptop, which requires a persistent connection to the internet, wouldn’t make the best companion for my trip to Bermuda.

Here at home—in fact, anywhere on the continent, plus Hawaii—I can check email, surf the web and sync my personal info to my heart’s content, all for the same flat monthly data charge. But not so anywhere else, Bermuda included. Even with all my graphics and attachments disabled and one or two short online sessions a day I still managed to rack up a hundred-dollar data roaming bill from Fido.

And no, I wasn’t downloading porn!
:mad:

Requiem for a Phone Number

Tuesday, April 26th, 2005

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As of midnight last night, my original Fido phone number is no more. You may remember that I dumped my landline and switched to City Fido last September; that switch also allowed me to liberate my home phone number from the clutches of Bell Canada and use it as my primary means of contact.

Since then my original Fido number has languished, so I finally laid it to rest last night. Anyone wishing to follow in my footsteps will be pleased to know that number portability will be available for everyone later this year.

For now, you can officially wipe 416-893-4945 from your address books. And if you don’t know my new number, that’s probably because I didn’t give it to you… :-P

hiptop or Laptop?

Saturday, April 9th, 2005

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Somehow I’ve managed to squeeze six days worth of changes into one duffel bag (and one gay backpack—see previous post). I couldn’t have done it without leaving my beloved Powerbook behind.

This is actually the first time I’m going overseas without a laptop—since I’ve had one, anyway—and it’s really only because there won’t be a high speed internet connection where I’m staying. Still, it will prove to be the biggest test ever for my Fido hiptop and the Danger data servers. I’ve got all my calendar, contact and confirmation info stored on the little critter, and if it crashes on me… Well, it won’t be a total disaster, but I’ll be plenty pissed off.

The photo above, by the way, is a record of a brief moment when yours truly had three hiptops in his possession, due to somebody’s screw-up at Fido. Unfortunately, I did have to send the other two back…