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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when gaydar goes wrong
I went through a phase of fancying gay guys, before I worked out that I did, in fact, have gaydar and more importantly, could use it. One of these was a lad we shall call Mark, who I met during RAG week in my second year of uni and subsequently decided I fancied. We swapped numbers and occasionally saw each other around, stopped to chat and so forth. One morning while waiting outside a lecture I texted him asking if he fancied meeting up that evening for a beer. His reply: "Sorry, but I'm going out with Pride this evening, can we make it another day?" 'Pride,' said my brain. 'As in Gay Pride. Bugger and wank...'
I texted my friend Jo to tell her of my misfortune. "It's happened again... 'My' fresher has turned out to be gay!" Except I didn't send it to Jo, did I? Oh no.
( , Sun 29 May 2005, 3:22, Reply)
I went through a phase of fancying gay guys, before I worked out that I did, in fact, have gaydar and more importantly, could use it. One of these was a lad we shall call Mark, who I met during RAG week in my second year of uni and subsequently decided I fancied. We swapped numbers and occasionally saw each other around, stopped to chat and so forth. One morning while waiting outside a lecture I texted him asking if he fancied meeting up that evening for a beer. His reply: "Sorry, but I'm going out with Pride this evening, can we make it another day?" 'Pride,' said my brain. 'As in Gay Pride. Bugger and wank...'
I texted my friend Jo to tell her of my misfortune. "It's happened again... 'My' fresher has turned out to be gay!" Except I didn't send it to Jo, did I? Oh no.
( , Sun 29 May 2005, 3:22, Reply)
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