Saturday, 26 July 2008

The night my e-mail went crazy.

I used to think that Facebook notifying my e-mail of things was a good thing. Knowing when people commented on photos is a good thing. Knowing when my wall is written on is a good thing. And knowing when people follow my comments is good, too.

What I didn't account for is Trillian. Trillian is the x-factor.

It was July 25, 2008. It was very late at night. I was doing the thing that any high school/college student or recent college graduate might do on a night like this: online chatting. It's normal. Tonight, I was talking to Jon Britton, a friend from camp.

And then it happened. My poor e-mail exploded. It went completely crazy.

11:46 - Kelly Brown makes a comment on one of my photos on the Facebook
11:47 - Alexis Angel tags a photo of me on the Facebook
11:47 - Jon Britton comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:48 - Alexis Angel comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:48 - Jon Britton comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:48 - Jon Britton comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:48 - (I comment on a photo of me on the Facebook)
11:48 - Alexis Angel comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:49 - Alexis Angel comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:49 - (I comment on a photo of me on the Facebook)
11:50 - (I comment on a photo of me on the Facebook)
11:50 - (I comment on a photo of me on the Facebook)
11:51 - Alexis Angel comments on a photo of me on the Facebook
11:52 - Alexis Angel writes on my wall
11:54 - Jon Britton also comments on a note I commented on
11:59 - (I write on Alexis Angel's wall)
12:01 - Alexis Angel writes on my wall

Only Center Lake friends are that talented. Or crazy.

I miss camp.