E is for Email

I Have Email Overload

Boy do I get a lot of that!  I don’t know about any of you, but I am a terrible offender about emailing myself links that I just don’t have time to read right now.  Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to rush through things all the time because life sure would be easier, but then I probably wouldn't accomplish much each day either.  I guess some of these things can be a double-edged sword.

I love all the new technology we have these days.  I can’t imagine the world without the internet and email.  And to think that only a few years ago, I thought the fax machine was such a marvelous invention.  I guess that's really showing my age.

Today you can find out anything about anything on the internet.  Sometimes I wonder who had all the time to type up all that stuff.  Keeping in touch has never been easier either.  With email, the recipient gets it instantly, not like a letter that may take a week to arrive.  Then they can answer you in their own time, making it convenient for everybody and better than picking up the phone sometimes.

I spend hours every day at my computer because writing books takes a lot of time.  It's so nice to know if I have to search for a fact; it's right at my fingertips, just a click or two away.  The only problem with this is I usually find myself sidetracked by other info I want to read, and I really wasn’t looking for just then.  So hence, more email to me from me.  Having 4500 emails in my inbox, at any given time, is a common thing for me.  However, this presents another daunting task.  I have no extra time to go through them, yet I can’t break myself from this habit.  Maybe there is a “Computer-a-holics Anonymous,” with an email division that I can join.

I'm excited to see where we are in twenty years.  Of course, by then maybe I’ll be too old to care, but technology is exciting.

This is re-blogged from a post I did in 2013.  The same situation still applies with my email.

Email delivers jokes and some odd news

Sometimes opening email can be a blast.  I find, stuck among all the important email, some jokes and odd news sometimes.  I enjoy weird news, or things that make me smile.  You may have seen this before, but it’s still funny, so true, and worth another look.

DOG DIARY

8:00 am – Dog food!  My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride!  My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park!  My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted!  My favorite thing!

12:00 pm – Lunch!  My favorite thing!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard!  My favorite thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail!  My favorite thing!

5:00 pm – Milk bones!  My favorite thing!

7:00 pm – Got to play ball!  My favorite thing!

8:00 pm – Wow!  Watched TV with my people!  My favorite thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed!  My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.  Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.  The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.

Cretons!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.   I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of allergies.  I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow – but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges.  He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicate with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe…

For now…

I Have Email Overload

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Boy do I get a lot of that! I don’t know about any of you, but I am a terrible offender about emailing myself links that I just don’t have time to read right now. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to rush through things all the time because life sure would be easier, but then I probably would not accomplish much each day either. I guess some of these things can be a double-edged sword.


I love all the new technology we have these days. I can’t imagine the world without the internet and email. And to think that only a few years ago, I thought the fax machine was such a marvelous invention. I guess that is really showing my age.

Today you can find out anything about anything on the internet. Sometimes I wonder who had all the time to type up all that stuff. Keeping in touch has never been easier either. With email, the recipient gets it instantly, not like a letter that may take a week to arrive. Then they can answer you in their own time, making it convenient for everybody and better than picking up the phone sometimes.

I spend hours every day at my computer because writing books takes a lot of time. It is so nice to know if I have to search for a fact; it is right at my fingertips, just a click or two away. The only problem with this is I usually find myself sidetracked by other info I want to read, and I really wasn’t looking for just then. So hence, more email to me from me. Having 4500 emails in my inbox, at any given time, is a common thing for me. However, this presents another daunting task. I have no extra time to go through them, yet I can’t break myself from this habit. Maybe there is a “Computer-a-holics Anonymous,” with an email division that I can join.

I am excited to see where we are in twenty years. Of course, by then maybe I’ll be too old to care, but technology is exciting.

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I have to ask myself “why is that?” I guess part of it is getting involved in too many projects at one time. I’m forever doing this even though I know better. I can be like a bee hopping from one flower to the next.


There are always things I have to do on a daily basis, such as cooking and cleaning, but then there are things I really want to do, which usually consist of some creative endeavor, usually writing, but not always. After all life is more than cleaning, cooking, and homey chores isn’t it. At least I don’t feel fulfilled unless I have some creativity in there somewhere.

I can be working on several writing projects at one time and then all of a sudden see something that sparks a new interest – a new writing contest, or something of that nature usually. Sometimes I’m googling around to find out how to do something, only to find something else I want to try in the process. This happens all the time and then of course there is never enough time for all this stuff.

I am the worst offender about emailing myself links to explore further when I get the time at some future date – whenever that is. Invariably life always gets in the way of all these artistic things. I know the rest of you will find this pretty silly, but not only can I email myself two dozen times a day, but also can stay up to the wee hours looking into something I want to know more about that I found earlier in the day. This of course leads to sleep deprivation, which is so normal in my life now that it is odd to sleep more than about four or five hours a night.

The problem is, if something is really on my mind I’ll lay wake thinking about it anyway, so may as well be up looking into it, or writing on my latest “masterpiece.” I’ve stayed up three full days with no sleep at all, but that is about my limit. Of course, I can’t do that if the husband is home. That only causes problems for my peace-loving nature.

The creative spirit is a curse at times. I’ll be the first to admit that. I get involved in many creative things, not just writing. My friends think I can make about anything and are always telling me “you should make those and sell them.” “Yeah, right,” I say. They have no idea how much time all this takes and the fact is you can never make enough money to make it a worthwhile endeavor.

I’ve been this way all of my life and don’t see that ever changing. I’m sure my husband cringes every time he thinks about how to get rid of all my “junk,” if I should meet my demise before him. He struggles enough with his dad’s garage full of “trinkets.”

Someday I’ll have to write about all the stuff I’ve been into in my life. It astounds even me when I think about everything on that list.