I have...several email addresses. Nothing crazy, I just wanted something that didn't sound like me; because I live in my head and it's no picnic. Anywho, three out of four of my Outlook accounts have that new design, which is horrid, by the way. Then there is one account which is caught up in the past, when Outlook was still great.
I'm waiting for the day all that greatness goes away. I hate their new design! And anyway, we should have all gotten the choice if we wanted to upgrade. I actually once sent hate mail to Outlook for the upgrade and got a response saying, "We're sorry you find this change less efficient, but we cannot change the layout back." Here I sat thinking, Why not? If you can change it once, you can change it twice. I think they're just lazy.
So here I sit, waiting for the dreadful day my Outlook goes from easy breezy beautiful to no walk in the park. Holy shit! In just four months it'll be a year since NFSW shut down. Why doesn't it feel like a year?
And something weird happened earlier. I got a Facebook message that said some dude wanted me to tag him in three photos of my face. Nothing else, just my face; and I most certainly did not have him in my room when I took any of these pictures. The weird part is, it wasn't three, it was ten. So, what the hell? Why can't a computer, supposedly one of the smartest machines on the planet, count? And unless he wants people to think he was the cameraman or he's hiding under my bed, why would he ask me to tag him? He wants to be the cameraman, fine, he can get lost and take his own damn pictures.
'Kay, I need sleep. 'Night.
I'm waiting for the day all that greatness goes away. I hate their new design! And anyway, we should have all gotten the choice if we wanted to upgrade. I actually once sent hate mail to Outlook for the upgrade and got a response saying, "We're sorry you find this change less efficient, but we cannot change the layout back." Here I sat thinking, Why not? If you can change it once, you can change it twice. I think they're just lazy.
So here I sit, waiting for the dreadful day my Outlook goes from easy breezy beautiful to no walk in the park. Holy shit! In just four months it'll be a year since NFSW shut down. Why doesn't it feel like a year?
And something weird happened earlier. I got a Facebook message that said some dude wanted me to tag him in three photos of my face. Nothing else, just my face; and I most certainly did not have him in my room when I took any of these pictures. The weird part is, it wasn't three, it was ten. So, what the hell? Why can't a computer, supposedly one of the smartest machines on the planet, count? And unless he wants people to think he was the cameraman or he's hiding under my bed, why would he ask me to tag him? He wants to be the cameraman, fine, he can get lost and take his own damn pictures.
'Kay, I need sleep. 'Night.
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