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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The Ono-week-and-a-half
Many years ago when the whole interwebemail thing was new and sparkly, I used to forward chukle-worthy stuff to everyone as I received it. As y'do.
One such was a pic of a Downs Syndrome kid crossing the finish line in a foot race, with the caption (and I strongly paraphrase due to the passage of time, and many reading this would have seen it), "Winning an argument on the internet is like winning a race in the Special Olympics. No matter what, you're still a retard"
I remember vividly the time, place, smell, number of people on the street, shadows across building faces, cigarette butts in the gutter, blood draining from my face... as I answered the phone call from my wife asking what precisely I had emailed to my sis-in-law and her husband.
You fill in the gap.
Yoikes.
( , Mon 30 May 2005, 16:13, Reply)
Many years ago when the whole interwebemail thing was new and sparkly, I used to forward chukle-worthy stuff to everyone as I received it. As y'do.
One such was a pic of a Downs Syndrome kid crossing the finish line in a foot race, with the caption (and I strongly paraphrase due to the passage of time, and many reading this would have seen it), "Winning an argument on the internet is like winning a race in the Special Olympics. No matter what, you're still a retard"
I remember vividly the time, place, smell, number of people on the street, shadows across building faces, cigarette butts in the gutter, blood draining from my face... as I answered the phone call from my wife asking what precisely I had emailed to my sis-in-law and her husband.
You fill in the gap.
Yoikes.
( , Mon 30 May 2005, 16:13, Reply)
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