The Saddest Sight
There are many visual images that make me sad. Road kill, white chocolate, starving children. (Yeah, yeah, I’ve already painted racing stripes on my handbasket.). But why does the sight of an empty e-mail box hurt so much?
Fewer things in the world scream “too cool for you on a Sunday evening” louder than this:
Fewer things in the world scream “too cool for you on a Sunday evening” louder than this:
posted by Eti at
5:34 PM
3 Comments:
I can beat that. See, not only do I have no email from anyone I care to hear from (including you, who totally wouldn't have an empty inbox right now if you had written me back on the last one I sent today and thus had given me something to write back to, but that's beside the point), but I still have to go in there and get rid of the spam, being forced to look at the inside of my nothing-new-under-the-sun inbox in the process.
By
Nick, at 6:57 PM
You *could* answer the Pop Whore mail you got....Not that such a pastime falls into the category of "cool", but at least it is something to do.....
By
Anonymous, at 8:18 PM
Ouchy.
By
Eti, at 8:22 PM
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