Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Google's been spying in my Outbox
Every once in awhile I get a little tipsy. Alright, sometimes I get a lot tipsy. Okay, sometimes I get totally plastered.
At any rate, this state of mind often makes me think I'm incredibly smart, witty and insightful and should share my rare talents with the world. If you are my friend, my lover, my ex-lover, my boss, my neighbor, my cousin, my co-worker or that guy I thought sounded straight in the "ABBA Love" Yahoo chat room, you know what I'm talking about.
The next morning while perusing my email, I sometimes find that perhaps I shouldn't have gone ahead and hit the Send button.
Now Google has the solution for this temporary affliction. It's called Mail Goggles. That's right, it's like a breathalyzer for your computer only instead of breathing into a machine, Mail Goggles makes you solve a series of math problems before allowing you to send any email. It only works at certain times which are pre-set for late nights on the weekend, but you can set it for self-monitoring too - like if you're prone to a Sunday brunch of bloody marys at The Alibi.
Considering I can barely do basic math sober, this service could most likely save me from potential disaster, or at the very least major embarrassment, but it certainly would make life a lot less interesting.
Thank god they haven't invented Phone Goggles.
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9 comments:
HAHAHAHA.... remember our drunken joint emails... can you imagine both of doing math as we hope and pray that we can send that prank email to all.
I will miss your naughty late night, salacious, drunken emails.
Damn you, Google!
Hey...hey...I didn't say I was signing up!
By the way, I love a man who knows how to use the word "salacious." Yum.
OMG!!! Do you know, I don't want a cure?
Is that some form of alcoholism?
I love Hamburger Helper Cheeseburger Mac....the taste is utterly salacious.
Eh? How's that?
C'mon, go ahead and post without reservation. We'll tell you when you've gone over the line.
Eko.... snort
Um, that's pretty good.
Thanks, CPR. You're like my own private pair of blog goggles. xo
- Too many goldrushes at the Gilded Rose Friday night. I am not drinking ETOH for a long while.
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