The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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I'm a complete Luddite
I don't know how to text, download, open files, and so on. ( I can memorize complicated treatment algorithms for hypoglycemia, whole tables of theraputic levels of drugs, hundreds of birthdates, dozens of genetic disorders but can't remember what a server is. I'm pathetic)
I finally figured out how to post and retrieve email. I didn't realize my phone kept voice mail until someone complained my box was full. "Box? What box?"
Knowing this full well, I still failed to pay attention and when trying to record a 'leave-a-VM' message, I shouted, "I command you to speak, thou peon!". On my work phone. For Hospice. Where my dying patients leave me urgent messages. Which I wasn't picking up since I didn't know the service existed. The CEO herself called to investigate. And bitched me out royally.
I'm a complete Luddite and there's no hope for me.
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 20:45, Reply)
I don't know how to text, download, open files, and so on. ( I can memorize complicated treatment algorithms for hypoglycemia, whole tables of theraputic levels of drugs, hundreds of birthdates, dozens of genetic disorders but can't remember what a server is. I'm pathetic)
I finally figured out how to post and retrieve email. I didn't realize my phone kept voice mail until someone complained my box was full. "Box? What box?"
Knowing this full well, I still failed to pay attention and when trying to record a 'leave-a-VM' message, I shouted, "I command you to speak, thou peon!". On my work phone. For Hospice. Where my dying patients leave me urgent messages. Which I wasn't picking up since I didn't know the service existed. The CEO herself called to investigate. And bitched me out royally.
I'm a complete Luddite and there's no hope for me.
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 20:45, Reply)
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