This is how email correspondence occurs during a standard day in my life. I believe the world owes me an extra gold star when I get to heaven for putting up with the immaturity surrounding me. Follow the descent into chaos.
From Me to a short email list of friends, subject: an email invitation to one of these new social networking sites
I’ve given in to some technology. Now, I accept pretty much all invitations that I get on LinkedIn, Friendster, Facebook and MySpace. But I try to draw a line after that, and so far have refused to set up accounts on Orkut, Plaxo, Ryze, AdultFriendFinder, etc. Strangely, I’ve gotten three requests just in the past week to link to someone on Yet Another Social Networking Service that I’ve never heard of or have shunned so far. I’m not sure why but for some reason I’ve never trusted Plaxo with my personal information; I think something about their privacy agreement put me off when I first read it years ago. That the four I allow happen to have gotten past my threshold of disdain is not really an endorsement of them over the others (beyond their relative popularity and success), but really more just a coincidence of when I happened to first hear of them.Response from my friend Rob:
Is this person a family member? How odd!Response from Me:
Oh sorry, maybe I should have included an explanation. Yes, she’s my dad’s cousin’s uncle’s roommate. I got the invite via Pulse/Plaxo and sent this response directly to her. Thought you guys might be interested in my sense of overall distrust for online networking sites, especially combined with my irrational use of several of them.Response from Jeremy (and we descend):
That reminds me, I saw the most interesting cloud this morning. It looked exactly like two turkeys fighting over a piece of rye bread. Or a cloud.Response from Rob:
That reminds me, I had a dream that you were sucking my cock. Oh no wait, I was just remembering our youth.Response from Me:
That was your *cock*?? Jeezus, I can’t believe I never figured that out. Rob you got me again!Response from Rob:
Wow. nice comeback! Speaking of comebacks, hows your mom?Response from Jeremy:
Both of your moms’ are just fine. They say hi, and are curious when you’re going to visit for dinner.Response from Rob:
Hey that reminds me, your mom has a big butt.Response from Jeremy:
More cushion for the pushin.Response from Me:
I dropped everyone else off this email. Remind me never to include you both on a public email thread again.
If I don’t sound angry, it’s because I’m a moron. And I love these guys.
