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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Friends Reunited, how to lose a friend from
Neale, a lad I knew from school, got in touch via Friends Reunited. A good 15 years had passed since we last saw each other, and we drank our first drinks together to make up for lost time. And that was quite a lot.
Anyway, I digress. In the months that followed, I had been added to his email circulars, a new name among an enormous list of friends and relatives.
Sadly, it was one of those groups who like to 'reply to all', causing all sorts of new and unknown people to invade my inbox with trite and rather unamusing bon mots.
To be honest, I don't mind if the comments are actually funny, but not everyone's got the rapier wit of (insert name of favourite comedian here), so after a few hours of 'Billy who?' and 'Auntie what?'s comments, I RTA'd the list with "If you don't stop 'Replying to All' while I'm at work, I will gladly bombard this list with hardcore pornography.'
Sadly, not everyone has my wacky sense of humour. One oldie in particular claimed to be a magistrate or some such power weilder, and seemed keen to get me jailed for the threat alone, while Neale himself emailed me privately to ask what the hell I thought I was doing.
We no longer speak.
( , Mon 30 May 2005, 21:24, Reply)
Neale, a lad I knew from school, got in touch via Friends Reunited. A good 15 years had passed since we last saw each other, and we drank our first drinks together to make up for lost time. And that was quite a lot.
Anyway, I digress. In the months that followed, I had been added to his email circulars, a new name among an enormous list of friends and relatives.
Sadly, it was one of those groups who like to 'reply to all', causing all sorts of new and unknown people to invade my inbox with trite and rather unamusing bon mots.
To be honest, I don't mind if the comments are actually funny, but not everyone's got the rapier wit of (insert name of favourite comedian here), so after a few hours of 'Billy who?' and 'Auntie what?'s comments, I RTA'd the list with "If you don't stop 'Replying to All' while I'm at work, I will gladly bombard this list with hardcore pornography.'
Sadly, not everyone has my wacky sense of humour. One oldie in particular claimed to be a magistrate or some such power weilder, and seemed keen to get me jailed for the threat alone, while Neale himself emailed me privately to ask what the hell I thought I was doing.
We no longer speak.
( , Mon 30 May 2005, 21:24, Reply)
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