I have been resisting signing up to Google Talk and other IM for fear of them consuming even more of my hopelessly overcommitted time, but I’ve finally surrendered, and probably predicatably am now wondering why I was so stubborn for so long.
For communicating with a techie helping you through a new procedure, for example, it is invaluable – so quick and easy – without the inevitable waits of email.
But I suspect my use of IM will always tend towards the prosaic, and consequently not very entertaining, unlike Petite Anglais. She had her “status” as man shopping, and she sets out the conversation, which I fear some men might find disheartening. (You’ve been warned.)
I noticed the other day that Google saves all of these talks, as though they were email. The biographers of the future might have a lot of fun…
Meanwhile, you’ll find me at my Gmail address… but please forgive any faux pas; I’m still working my way through the social protocols of the new world.
About
One comment