I admit to being a horrible typist. I can spell just fine, thanks. Typing... sometimes the fingers get a bit messed up. IM chats are the worst. As for text messaging and entering contact names on my mobile phone, I hate it, although the virtual keyboard of an iPhone is far FAR superior to the old telephone touch pad.
So being the geek that I readily admit I am, I send abbreviations when possible. Not your garden variety teenage BFF4eva, but more geeky meaningful messages. My wife Deb, a talented user (and typist) but certainly not a geekess, would often have trouble understanding that IHWTH means "I hate when that happens," and even ROFL needed explanation once upon a time. When leaving the house I would let Deb know I was doing so by sending her a "POOF." When I needed to reach out and let her know I was coming or going--or just thinking about her--a techy "PING" does the trick.
But the problem comes with the aforementioned typing.Somehow leaving the house one day, PING became PIMG. Never noticed it, never thought about it until Deb later that day asked me if I was proud that she was able to figure out that new abbreviation all by herself. Of course I was, but I had no ideas what she was talking about.
She explained it to me with justifiable pride: PIMG... "Poof I aM Gone!"
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