That should be the name for when you e-mail something to yourself.
Me-Mail.
Go ahead. Verb it up, my bitches.
I imagine most of you know what I’m talking about. If you use a web-based account like g-mail, e-mailing yourself files is a fun and easy way to gain access to them pretty much anywhere, especially if you use a lot of different computers at different blah blah blahs.
Anyway. For me, the funniest thing about the whole me-mailing thing is that whenever I end up doing it—and it could be in the middle of sending myself ten or fifteen separate files or something—after pressing SEND, the little You Have New Mail indicator will pop up pretty much immediately (you know, ‘cause it’s referring to the message I just sent). And nine-out-of-ten-times, I’ll see the new message and feel this mini-wave of genuine hey-I-just-got-new-mail-and-I-wonder-what-it-says excitement. And of course, one micro-second later, I get a little sad to realize that it’s just from stupid, boring me.
Ups and downs, people. Ups and downs.
Though it might be slightly more uncommon, there should also be a name for any stupid messages included while me-mailing. For example, when sending myself a sketch or something, sometimes I'll throw in a "Hey Chris, Keep up the good work, buddy. Love, Chris." Ya know, for kicks. Sometimes it even makes me laugh later.
Back in school, Geoff used to e-mail himself reminders to do assignments he’d pushed off. A couple of times I was lucky enough to see him actually receive one the next day. It read something like:
Dear Future Geoff,
Don’t forget to write that four page human development paper.
Ha Ha!
Past Geoff
And he would read the e-mail and get genuinely frustrated with Past Geoff for procrastinating and unloading his crap on him (Future Geoff). Funny guy, that Haggerty. Probably a keeper.
Also, Geoff's a she-male.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
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Oh principe, why do you spurn our poor blog? All that fame has gone to your head hasn't it. I knew it.
In my e-mail system, I can type "me" in the address field and the message will get sent to (you won't believe it)...me.
Now *THAT's* me-mail.
Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? Surely, my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and answer my beckonings with the like. Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze upon you, if I may not touch you.
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