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Sunday, May 30, 2004

My dad is an engineer by trade (or was, many moons ago) so he's inclined to pick up things technological. That's fine by me, I've seen too many friends having to help their parents with this newfangled internet. IM is no exception, though I'm left a little bewildered. I'm glad to have an avid user for a father, it's a time-saver, and that plus his calling while stuck in evening rush-hour traffic constitute the body of our communication these days (which is above average for the terse men folk in our family), but what's odd is he seems to have adopted not only the technology but the quirky lingo as well. I understand the need for brevity with say, SMS messages from one phone to another - there's a 160 character cap, and not everyone has a Treo 600 with its expansive QWERTY awesomeness. With a nice luxurious desktop keyboard with which to fire off instant messages however, I wouldn't expect my dad to be ending chats with l8r's, asking questions like "y iz dat?" and dropping emoticons on my ass left and right. Don't even get me started on proper capitalization.

When did I become the old fogey and my dad the adolescent LiveJournal user? I know there's typically a parent-child role reversal later on in life but still...

Posted by morland @ 02:38 PM

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