Tuesday 8 December 1998

Got Industry Giant today and was preparing for a long evening of play. Then the phone rang. Supergirl called with her new (even longer) phone number. So of course we kept talking for a few hours. :) I guess in the long run it might be cheaper to set up my old computer for her so she can use e-mail. Not that I'm sure this would lead to less phone calls. I'm not even sure I'd like it if it did. Oh well. Talk now, pay later!
Have to get up a bit earlier tomorrow - that's gonna be a bitch - because I have to teach this increadibly easy e-mail system to all the folks at the office. I can't imagine how I'll pull that off, and not admit that we're wasting time. I do have a talent for improvising such things, though. So if my health allows, I should be able to keep it going for an hour and everybody will believe I've said something profoundly important.
Of course, I just might. Studies from around the world has shown that e-mail leads to increased productivity and work satisfaction, democracy and empowerment of women and oppressed minorities.
On a darker note, on the bus today I read an article about net addiction. If you spend more than 38 hours a week on-line, or if most of your on-line time is spent in chat rooms, role playing or cyber sex, you are probably sick and need help. The article maintained that most of these people had problems already, they just escaped from their existing problems into an online world and got addicted to it. But there are some broken marriages, lost jobs etc out there. People get addicted to the instant feedback.
Keep those e-mails coming, people! ;)
(Actually I get e-mail less than daily, and very few of these are inspired by my web site. Oh well. I'll keep it up anyway, just for you!)
P.S: You won't believe this. You won't. A bit before 23 in the evening I got a phone call from a coworker, who had sent his film to a company which offered to give him his photos on a floppy instead of paper. They were true to their word honest people - but all the photos came UPSIDE DOWN. Now this guy isn't interested in picture art. He just wanted to put them in a word document and send to his mother. (So much for my initial offer, to turn the monitor upside down.) After a while we found out that he could load them in Internet Explorer, save them as .BMP files, and rotate these in Paint. And so all were happy, at 23.10 in the evening. I hope his mother appreciates the pictures. :)

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