09.10.08
When I was your age, we juggled fifty gazillion IM windows at once.
I adore instant messaging. Before social networking and blogging, that back-and-forth, instant, quick conversation was all we had, really — and I kind of miss that. It’s a weird, awkward generational thing. Most people I know now considering IM pretty old school (with the exception of Facebook’s built in messaging). If you want to instantly relay information to somebody, you just text them. Forget actually conversing! Hah.
But I still IM compulsively…
friend: i was in a pretty weird good charlotte mood earlier this afternoon
me: i love me some old school good charlotte. are you familiar with their first album, pre-young and the hopeless?
friend:only with its existence
not the songs
me: it has some really good songs. but i dont know if i think they;re good because they ARE good, or because i have loved them since i was a freshman
friend: lol
me: their lyrics are very high school oriented. one of my favorite lines:
“so come and talk to me on my computer screen, the best years of our lives aren’t as easy as they seem”
friend: i like that. yeah, it’s adolescent, but it’s true, haha
me: yeah, i usually wouldnt recommend that album to people now, just because it’s so young
but it always reminds me of the good old days on aim, when dial up and old school computers really changed the way things went
like we werent on myspace, facebook, youtube, and god knows what else
our connections could only really support being on aim… so that was it… lol
and there was none of that stuff anyway
friend: lol, oh yes. not necessarily the best the internet had to offer, but we made do with what we had…and it’s a bit nostalgic
me: yeah. idk. you know, back in those good old days of aim version 2.3 or whatever. haha
friend: with the screen completely littered with multiple aim windows!! hahaha
me: way before tabbed browsing and ims
god, how did we live before tabs??? lol
friend: lol, no idea…
it’s…so strange
me: i think this is gonna be on my wordpress, tee hee. sigh. the days of old school aim
Oh my goodness. There was a life before tabbed browsing and instant messaging. How did we do it? I remember obsessivelly arranging and resizing forty seven thousand little windows on my computer screen, back in the ninth grade. How weird!!!!!! No handy keyboard shortcut could help me toggle among conversations…
My brain hurts just thinking of all this, hah.
06.19.08
Microwaves and more instant messaging.
As a first-year college student, I lived off microwaved stuff this year. Microwaves, rock. Period.
I recall being a wee little kid, nonchalantly standing in front of the microwave, completely innocent of its horrors.
“Get away from that, you’ll get cancer!” my grandmother shrieked on one occasion.
Experience generally limits the average six-year-old’s perception of cancer. Though I had absolutely no idea what cancer involved, the word evoked sheer terror to me. I wanted nothing to do with it.
So, I spent the next few years steering clear of active microwave ovens. I’d pop something in, press start, then scurry away until a full 10 seconds after it finished cookin’.
After a semester alone in a 9X9 cracker box of a room with the microwave running for a good twenty minutes or so a day, I think I’ve been exposed to enough microwave radiation to haphazardly mutate the cells of all my major organs, then send them into an absolute frenzy of replications, if indeed microwaves are really capable of all this. I stopped fearing the microwave after elementary school, but sometimes I wonder… What if?
Anyway, this whole blog stemmed from this:
friend: microwaves were originally designed to be weapons, lol
me: omg that is so weird lol
friend: the waves that is, lol, not the devices. my mass comm prof told me this and the docu reminds me of it
friend: according to my prof, chocolate was left in a room that was exposed to the waves and when it was discovered it melted, they changed the blueprints
me: hmmm
friend: haha, yeah. when i was little, anytime i’d pass by an microwave in use, i’d duck so the rays wouldn’t hit me, lol
me: lol i pretty much did the same thing
friend: lol, good then. i wasn’t the only one, ha
me: at first i was nonchalant
me: but…
me: then my grandmother freaked me out
me: so i kinda steered clear
friend: lol, the news is what affected me. i used to be terrified of watching it
friend: i wanted to be blissfully ignorant before i even knew what that meant
So, microwaves stemmed from radioactive weapons testing? Creepy. Too, too creepy.
06.18.08
Schnoodles and Scotties and Shih Tzus, oh my!
If you’ve held any face-to-face conversation with me in the past few weeks, you’ve inevitably heard me ramble on about dogs. I used to despise the idea of pets… But… My sister’s toy poodle Leo has me sold. I now spend hours looking up various breeds, trying to decide what sort of dog I want when I get my own place. I am always looking up animals in the local shelters. There are about two right now I am seriously considering adopting… I just want so many different little dogs right now, it’s insane.
A friend of mine sometimes thinks she’ll be an “old cat lady” when she grows up. You know, the spinster with 40-some-odd cats in the big Victorian house at the end of the lane. Well, I think I’m just going to collect miniature dogs when I grow up so…
17:23] friend: i’ve always been convinced i was going to be the crazy cat lady
[17:24] friend: lol we can live next door to each other and throw them at each other and say its raining cats and dogs
[17:24] friend: lol
[17:24] me: lol omg yes!!!!!
[17:24] me: that might be a quote in my blog lol
[17:24] friend: …i’m really bored btw
I love random instant message conversations. And no, I would never, ever throw animals around like raindrops… But the image of a few calicos and cocker spaniels bouncing around in the air is an amusing one.
… Maybe if we put a trampoline underneath them…
I’m kidding.
