The Evil that is Instant Messaging
I was on my way to bed last night at a pretty reasonable 11:30 (very reasonable given my hours this week) but thought, on a whim that I should load up AIM and see who was out and about.
Which is a bad idea when you need to get to sleep. Its kind of like gambling when you first sign into AIM, who's gonna show up on the live list this time around?
And then there's always the possibility of new contacts, generally IM porn bots but sometimes they are friends just making the IM connection for the first time. And it is a ramp of increasing contacts online, I started with just work folks and now I'm pushing 30 on my work buddy list (keep in mind I work for an 8 person company).
So last night was actually pretty cool, I was chatting with a friend in San Jose when a new contact window popped up with a name I didn't recognize. So I clicked yes (in the future I'm sure virus writers will figure out a way to destroy computers this way but not quite yet) and connected up with another new, cool person that I like. And I don't know how other people work with IM's but its sometimes a very difficult prospect keeping up two conversations with two different people, and neither conversation has a bit to do with the other. But being the stupid fast typer I am, I swung it and begged my way out of chats that were great fun and interesting.
And just as I'm about to shut down the laptop for the night, I notice that one of my other chats had gone back to live as she'd worked late and logged back in when she'd gotten off. And she and I ended up chatting with each other, making each other laugh alot until well past my bed time and nearly to last night's crash time. Not that I regret chatting with her at all, she's funny as hell even if she makes fun of my speech.
One of my pending resolutions is to wrangle this demon beast that is Instant Messaging!
In lighter and damn-but-I-want-to-fast-forward-to-next-week news
Go check out Layne for a funny post about how she's prepped and reprepped for her pending Christmas present/visitor. Yes, she spikes it with some serious introspection about her pattern of relationships but that's Layne for ya. She'll instruct without even trying to. And she is one of the most honest bloggers I've ever come across, or least she does one heck of a job coming across as honest. I've truly come to know a bit of her and really care about her and her life. Much as I cannot access or understand it. Sometimes I just want to put my arms around her, stroke her hair and tell her everything's going to be okay.
And it will, Layne! We'll understand if you're not a blogging fiend this next week. But you will have to catch us up.
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I was on my way to bed last night at a pretty reasonable 11:30 (very reasonable given my hours this week) but thought, on a whim that I should load up AIM and see who was out and about.
Which is a bad idea when you need to get to sleep. Its kind of like gambling when you first sign into AIM, who's gonna show up on the live list this time around?
And then there's always the possibility of new contacts, generally IM porn bots but sometimes they are friends just making the IM connection for the first time. And it is a ramp of increasing contacts online, I started with just work folks and now I'm pushing 30 on my work buddy list (keep in mind I work for an 8 person company).
So last night was actually pretty cool, I was chatting with a friend in San Jose when a new contact window popped up with a name I didn't recognize. So I clicked yes (in the future I'm sure virus writers will figure out a way to destroy computers this way but not quite yet) and connected up with another new, cool person that I like. And I don't know how other people work with IM's but its sometimes a very difficult prospect keeping up two conversations with two different people, and neither conversation has a bit to do with the other. But being the stupid fast typer I am, I swung it and begged my way out of chats that were great fun and interesting.
And just as I'm about to shut down the laptop for the night, I notice that one of my other chats had gone back to live as she'd worked late and logged back in when she'd gotten off. And she and I ended up chatting with each other, making each other laugh alot until well past my bed time and nearly to last night's crash time. Not that I regret chatting with her at all, she's funny as hell even if she makes fun of my speech.
One of my pending resolutions is to wrangle this demon beast that is Instant Messaging!
In lighter and damn-but-I-want-to-fast-forward-to-next-week news
Go check out Layne for a funny post about how she's prepped and reprepped for her pending Christmas present/visitor. Yes, she spikes it with some serious introspection about her pattern of relationships but that's Layne for ya. She'll instruct without even trying to. And she is one of the most honest bloggers I've ever come across, or least she does one heck of a job coming across as honest. I've truly come to know a bit of her and really care about her and her life. Much as I cannot access or understand it. Sometimes I just want to put my arms around her, stroke her hair and tell her everything's going to be okay.
And it will, Layne! We'll understand if you're not a blogging fiend this next week. But you will have to catch us up.
