This is pretty much how I look when I’m at my desk and realize it’s already 5pm and I’ve only responded to four emails.
I really like the text on the side:
Electronic Mail is a term that’s been bandied about data processing circles for years. Simply put, it means high-speed information transportation. One of the most advanced methods is terminals talking to one another. Your mailbox is the terminal on your desk. Punch a key and today’s correspondence and messages are displayed instantly. Need to notify people immediately of a fast-breaking development? Have your messages delivered to their terminal mailboxes electronically, across the hall or around the world.
(retrospace via boinboing via buzzfeed)
60 Sitting here listining to Madeline Peyroux’s version of a song from 1935 and the lyrics are a little, um, obsolete…
So, I thought I’d rewrite them:
I’M GONNA SIT RIGHT DOWN AND WRITE MYSELF A LETTER: Updated!
I’m gonna sit right down
And type myself an email,
And make believe it came from you.
I’m gonna type words oh, so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off of my feet,
A lot of “XOs” on the bottom,
I’ll be glad I got ‘em.
I’m gonna smile and say,
“I hope u r feeling bettr,”
And close with a smiley emoticon, the way that you do.
I’m gonna sit right down
And type myself an email,
And make believe it came from you.
I’m gonna sit right down
And type myself an email, and hope that it doesn’t go to spam!
