Friday, January 05, 2007

before email

The Good Old Days

If you click to the site--click with caution, not all cartoons are squeaky-clean.

It was a little over ten years ago, that I got my first email address.  It was [email protected]. 

Life has never been the same since. 

How is it possible that it can feel like both such a long time ago and just yesterday at the same time? 

Jan 5, 2007 8:22:00 PM | bloginess

3 Comments

Edwin

Technologies might have evolved faster than we expect.

Recently, I read from an article which says that nowadays teens don't e-mail as much as adults do. They consider e-mail as kind of old fashion. They do instance messaging now.

Posted by: Edwin | Friday, January 05, 2007 at 09:29 PM

Nicholas Cardot

How true that is. It feels like the internet has been around forever, and yet I can remember when dial-up was the best and fastest thing around as if it were yesterday. I just found your blog and it seems really nice.

Posted by: Nicholas Cardot | Friday, January 05, 2007 at 10:10 PM

Camy Tang

Cute cartoon! Thanks for commenting over at my blog!
Camy

Posted by: Camy Tang | Saturday, January 06, 2007 at 04:46 PM

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