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One App to Rule Them All...part 2

Well I put Digsby through its paces for the last couple of days. I should say I'm impressed with it. It offers loads of pretty skins, which is very important to me (you can laugh all you want RS), is very easy to setup (I was up and running my Google,yahoo and MSN accounts in minutes) and does a fantastic job of consolidating my online communication. It almost makes me want to twitter just so I can check out what it can do.

digsbyAfter all the tweaking, here's what it finally looks like: 

I got to admit it looks good and works even better!! But, unfortunately there are two bugs which make it quite unusable for me.


  1. File transfers across networks or even the same network does not work (I tried gtalk to gtalk-failed, yahoo to yahoo-failed, and gtalk to yahoo-failed). For all I know this could be a problem with the respective networks, it still means I cannot use it.
  2. Running digsby puts a serious load on my laptop and that is definitely a drawback to this otherwise solid app. The only program to use more memory was Firefox, which is already known to be a resource hog. I cannot have two hogs on the same machine now, can I?
Well so much for consolidation. Looks like I have to wait some more to get to that particular nirvana! P.S: For now I've settled with Pidgin, but if anyone knows of any good IM clients (multi protocol), let me know. I'm always on the lookout for something better.
Update: For those who are interested, Digsby is now available in a portable version.

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