I’m not a big IM user. Just never really got into it. I’ll do a little Facebook and a little Twitter, but IM not so much. I find it somewhat disruptive, though I certainly acknowledge its potential uses. We do, however, use it for intra-house communication. Especially now that there are times when we don’t want to wake the baby by yelling from floor to floor like barbarians. Or as just a quick time saver instead of trekking up the stairs. Usually I’m upstairs in my office (i.e., the guest bedroom), and Susan’s downstairs in her office (i.e., the kitchen/dining room). Come to think of it, maybe I should submit a complaint; her office is about 6 times as big as mine.
So of course it eventually comes to pass that Exie is sitting on Susan’s lap when I IM her about something. Exie isn’t allowed to watch TV, and she’s not really supposed to be looking at computer screens either, but once in a while it’s difficult to avoid. Here is the transcript:
Susan: so amazing, Exie just said “french fries”! Grace: really? Susan: apparently she’s been craving them for 13 1/2 months Grace: let’s go get some! Susan: I told her we just ate out yesterday but she’s a little insistent Grace: which establishment do you think she will most relish (no bun intended)? Susan: don’t know. she doesn’t know that many. I’ll ask her
[pause] Susan: GB or we can go 2 Counter. if you don’t want burger u can ordr smthng else at GB Exie: k,.nijmjumnhn cv gxXjny l Grace: if the fam is eating burgers, i’m eating a burger! wanna go now? Exie: vc fdgrv tcdes Grace: (trying to figure out if i should be wrapping up) Exie: cfP c556;’y6vb c]\ Susan: yes Exie: mb cv f6cx ‘ Grace: k. on the way. lol Exie: clx0–p['CX Exie: vg//]P_wZ! Susan: x is typing Exie: [q’ v Exie: \ Exie: \v- Exie: sxsxc” Grace: ok stop. i’m coming down. :)
It occurred to me afterwords that I should start using my daughter as an awesome password generator.
Note to Exie: By the time you read this, the acronym IM may be so outdated that you have no idea what it means. It stands for “Instant Message.” Sometime in the progression of technology after email and before the ubiquitousness of cell phones, people started using a technology that allowed them to send messages to each other on their computers, and they’d pop up immediately. So, instead of having a slow email conversation or a consuming telephone conversation, people could “chat” with each other, usually while they were doing something else on their computers at the same time. This last bit explains why your father never really got into IM’ing; my ability to multi-task is… um… limited at best.
first IM chat
I’m not a big IM user. Just never really got into it. I’ll do a little Facebook and a little Twitter, but IM not so much. I find it somewhat disruptive, though I certainly acknowledge its potential uses. We do, however, use it for intra-house communication. Especially now that there are times when we don’t want to wake the baby by yelling from floor to floor like barbarians. Or as just a quick time saver instead of trekking up the stairs. Usually I’m upstairs in my office (i.e., the guest bedroom), and Susan’s downstairs in her office (i.e., the kitchen/dining room). Come to think of it, maybe I should submit a complaint; her office is about 6 times as big as mine.
So of course it eventually comes to pass that Exie is sitting on Susan’s lap when I IM her about something. Exie isn’t allowed to watch TV, and she’s not really supposed to be looking at computer screens either, but once in a while it’s difficult to avoid. Here is the transcript:
It occurred to me afterwords that I should start using my daughter as an awesome password generator.
Note to Exie: By the time you read this, the acronym IM may be so outdated that you have no idea what it means. It stands for “Instant Message.” Sometime in the progression of technology after email and before the ubiquitousness of cell phones, people started using a technology that allowed them to send messages to each other on their computers, and they’d pop up immediately. So, instead of having a slow email conversation or a consuming telephone conversation, people could “chat” with each other, usually while they were doing something else on their computers at the same time. This last bit explains why your father never really got into IM’ing; my ability to multi-task is… um… limited at best.