That’s Easy, Gimme Something with TEETH!
A belly full of turpentine swilled rot gut, a drunken decadruple somersault down the slippery slope, a greasy slalom from one thing to another, and somehow, I’m blearily writing an inebriated screed to one Mr. Joel Johnson, subject line: “I QUIT, FAT BROOKLYN METRO-PUKE.”
It happens. Unfortunate, yes, but heretofore unavoidable. But Google’s latest addition to GMail plays defense between your impolitic inebriation and your friends and co-workers.
With a feature dubbed “Mail Goggles,” GMail will ask you to solve some simple mathematical equations before you send that late night email, the theory being that if you’re too drunk to solve them, your judgment is too impaired to let your epistle go through.
A cute idea, but if I can walk backwards in a straight line while reciting the German alphabet with a hemoglobulous ABV of .34, I can definitely do simple addition.
Stop sending mail you later regret [GMail Blog]
