After having ignored instant messaging for many years, I got the IM religion when brother Johnny on the opposite coast (of Canada) started working with me last year. We use a combination of MSN Messenger, AOL Instant Messenger and Jabber to stay in touch on a daily, and sometimes hourly basis. It’s saved us a lot of long distance telephoning, and has made it possible to work together.
That said, I have remained sceptical of the whole “group chat” thing — everything seems to go to hell in a handbasket when you get more than one person typing at a time.
If you need proof of this, witness this small lightly edited snippet of a longer instant messenger conversation between my brother , my mother and I:
Peter Rukavina says: Hello?I will stick to the telephone for complicated family conversations in future.
John says: hello… its johnny
Peter Rukavina says: Where did you get birthday photos?
John says: Fran sent to me
Peter Rukavina says: Mom, where did you get then?
Frances says: Catherine sent them to me.
John says: I saw God with the aubergine coat
Frances says: Where has he been?
John says: who?
John says: God?
Frances says: God.
John says: in the sky, I suppose
Frances says: no no
John says: aubergine means eggplant
Frances says: Did he live up to your expectations?
John says: courgette means zuchinni
Peter Rukavina says: Who?
Frances says: I knew that too.
John says: and cilantro means coriander
Frances says: God.
Peter Rukavina says: in the Aubergine Jacket?
John says: yes
Frances says: yes.
Frances says: I thought cilantro was celery.
John says: nono… coriander
John says: celery is celery
Frances says: I knew that.
Frances says: How long has god been on the island?
John says: ok
Peter Rukavina says: For about 3 years.
Frances says: Okay. You guys can go to work now. oo
funny — I just had a bizarre circular conversation about coriander and cilantro too.
Must be salsa month.
Christ, I thought everybody knew God got his start on the Island.(Island with a capital I, Peter)
…waiting for that…good Lord, Wayne…it’s as if no other place calls itself “God’s Country” or “The Island”…
The world is full of imposters, but the greatest form of flattery is imitation… or something like that.