A typical evening in my house consists of me shifting between the T.V., kitchen and my computer (in my room) while Scroop fidgets on the Internet. The ambient noise is that of Scroop's constant and insistent utterings of amazement and jocularity, and I swear he probably does it even when I'm not around. The first few months living here had me running to the technology room at every exclamation, but now it's merged with the character of the house itself to something my subconcious filters out.

Nevertheless, a couple of nights ago I found myself intreagued by the festive whooping and cheering coming from Scroop's room, and couldn't help investigating...

PAUL yells from his computer, not willing to make the investment of going to Scroop's room

Paul What are you going on about?

SCROOP, ever the performer, enjoys drawing out the expectation

Scroop Oh man! Yippee!

Paul ...

Scroop Gmail just got multiple email address management!

Paul Oh sweet!

PAUL quickly visits gmail to check out this new functionality

Scroop Yeah, isn't it!? Now I can respond to confirmation emails in gmail and can send work emails from my work address!

Paul Wow! This rocks! And they've added a delete button!

SCROOP abruptly stops dancing...

Scroop Pfft. There was a key sequence before, so it was easy enough.

Paul Hey fuck you man! You browse with your mouse - a delete button was called for.

SCROOP turns and walks back to his room

Scroop Whatever.

Our house is a constant stormfront of joyous excitement and heated arguments.