Showing posts with label Futurist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Futurist. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Some April fool!!!!!

Verrrrrry neat trick by Google. GMail Paper indeed.
I was wondering how privacy is not compromised when the mails are printed and delivered to you. And then the 'paper' is made of "96% post-consumer organic soybean sputum"... Sputum?? Gives me vivid pictures of a highly gooey and yucky and blleaarrrrrgh-y material.

And to think all your mails from everybody is printed in sputum. Picture this. A love letter, or in my case, an EMail coming from an award committee somewhere to say Hey Naveen, you have won so so and so for singing such and such, is printed in sputum.. I am going nuts now. I am giggling uncontrollably at my lack of ability at translating my mirth into writing.

And then one of the testimonials are given by an 'Armchair Futurist'. I have absolutely no clue what that is supposed to mean. But what springs to my mind's eye, is lazing on an arm chair, (or can I make it a recliner, the type that comes in Friends??), sipping lemon tea, and thinking about the future, for other people, and being paid to do think about that. Actually our parents have been doing that, of course they were probably driving around, or in some other mode of transport or eating between hectic schedules, thinking about how to give us the best future beyond their means.

Anyway I thought the concept was weird. But I can't say that I didn't totally buy it.

But hey, nothing like a neat trick. :D