Tuesday, August 08, 2006

There are a few things in this world that I am not willing to debate publically (meaning online or with certain people). It just isn't worth it. You can't get the hand gestures, the looks-glances-glares in peoples eyes, the tone... you just can't "get" that in an email dialouge or in instant messaging.

You just can't. And its sort of a shame actually because really this internet thing is slowly taking over right? What a great tool for communication.

Or so I thought.

This above has absolutely nothing really to do with anything other than the fact that I will not debate anything via emails. And I almost got caught up in the loop of hysteria today. Except it wasn't really email, it was online in office instant messaging. Which I have to say is totally worse. Our system has a little button that turns green and then tells you someone is sending you or responding to a message. Its annoying and I can't turn it off.

I got caught up trying to explain something and then defending something then... guh.... I got up from my chair, and get this.... went back to 1997 when there was no really office internet (remember the days of AOL and instant messaging and how it seemed bitchin' to "chat"? I hated it then, I hate it know...) set up anywhere... got up from my chair, walked the 20 feet to the desk of the person that was trying to ask me something and she says .... "oh I understand now". Shoulda just called me on the phone or got up yourself. It was killing me.

OK I have an instant messaging truth to tell. Once back in like 1999 or something like that, I don't know when, I made up an account on AOL based on something that would be very distinctive to an ex (you know the whole screen name play on words kind of deal) and totally messed with him online for like two days. Just baraged him with IMs, flirty, really flirty. He took the bait, but I called the whole thing off becaue I didn't want him sitting at Starbucks waiting all by himself. It would have been totally vicious. Sure he was kinda deserving (I WILL NOT DISH DIRT... ok I might... nope, won't do it) of my underhanded overt "chat", but that was the only time I have ever used IM for something bad. And honestly ever since then, I have kind of thought that it was evil. eeeveeeeel.

Speaking of evil... totally loving Gene Simmons Family Jewels on A and E. Seriously. This is funny shit. He is really a pretty funny guy. Kinda strangely enough like my Dad (must be the old Jewish Man thing) in some ways except my Dad doesn't wear stage makeup, stacked boots and spit blood oh and have a fitting cockpeice (that I know of...ewwwww). Damn those kids are lucky. Actually I am going to admit one more thing right here and right now. Seriously... my brother and I got passes from a record rep when KISS was touring in Denver about 10 years ago maybe... I don't know, these guys were alta kockers then already (how good could it really be right?)...so wrong. So so very wrong. I was not anticipaiting one: having a good time, two: having good seats, three: knowing any of the words to the songs, and four: digging the crazy. But let me tell you... it honestly was one of the best theatrical events I have ever been to. The record label hooked us up with great seats, we knew the words to the songs, the people were hillarious and fun and friendly and a hoot, and seriously... great. I am glad the guy is living large, with a hot wife oops not wife, with good looking kids and his mother on the phone... so precious. The typical eastern bubbe, not quite getting it, but gawd so funny. I hope it holds up just like his ego has.


So there it is, do not expect me to IM with you and I might have to send away for a KISS Army card or maybe just order a pound of the dark roast.

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