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Monday, October 4, 2004 at 12:47PM Now, I know I have hithertofore expressed the G-mail love, but I’d like to now register a bit of the G-mail unease. First, they made it seem all exclusive and stuff, what with the invites and all, but now everyone has invites coming out of their ass and why? Because there’s no one left to invite. Some friends of mine (Well, I’m use the term “friend” pretty loosely here. “Some assholes I know” might be more accurate.) have a Yahoo group, so I get email from them about 18 times a day about some shindig or other. As I recall, I was the first of that group to be assimilated into the G-mail collective a few months ago and since then, at least once a week, someone has e-mailed the list announcing their brand, spankin’ new G-mail address. It’s super-freaking me out. G-mail is taking over the fucking world.
We are the G-mail.
In other news, can we get a decent DJ over here
on Sunday afternoons? Can we? I refuse to believe that it’s that difficult, as evidenced by some of the other DJs over there like that one guy who’s on in the morning when I’m getting ready for work. I’m just saying that pretty much every Sunday afternoon that I am not spending nursing a hangover and watching Dawson’s Creek, I am in a car attempting to listen to the only radio station that consistently plays music I like to hear only to have said music interrupted by some guy (it’s always a guy too…) with zero charisma, a dull, mumbling monotone one usually associates with KPLU
and an annoying tendency to turn away from the mic while speaking. Pisses me off. I’m like, I get it—you know a ton about music and whatall. I bet you’re even in a band. Now, please, be quiet. Shhh.
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