Thursday, July 27, 2006

So I'm talking to a friend, and I said that I was going to post him something.

Post? He exclaimed. That's so twentieth century. The only meaningful way to make an arrangement with me is to send an email to my work address.

Because he doesn't open his post, listen to the voicemails on his home answerphone, read his personal email account, or anything.

So, if you're going to post something in the old-fashioned way, could you send me email, telling me to look for it?

What have we come to? The over-communicated generation.

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