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Apparently—according to PC Pro running it as a story this month (alphr.com)—email is dead, again, some might say as, those who have been online long enough—indeed, growing up with it and not just into it as some younger Millenials have or some elder Luddite cats giving internet a spin within the last few years seemingly because they heard it was replacing the personals in whatever local village newspaper they used to read and that on the whole it is a totally legit “young” dead keen ”for old” dating space—may notice it’s demise is regularly predicted every few years, and usually for the reason of giving content article space to whatever ad-revenue supporting flavour of the month may replace it which invariably never does.

Seemingly it’s a similar “unkillable cockroach” Microsoft’s Visual Basic 6 turned out to favourably be for rapid app developers who didn’t really have that much of an ego to appeal to.

But seemingly the once LAN lines now WIFI signals are often crossed in the article—and all those before and no doubt after too—promoting its demise.

On the one hand we have those at work who’s job that involves keeping in touch in some way is hampered by having bucket loads of email that is but hardly ever important or indeed related to anything that should be safe for or indeed just actually related to any work than they can handle, and on the other hand we have Millenials who never having used it anyway, it being dead boring, having no cam and unlikely to include naked selfies as opposed to the instant-contact fun as social media.

Yet the article tract still seems to be that while email is the de facto means of “work-based” communication, seemingly suggesting work and pleasure have never been more intrinsically mixed and ignoring decades of employer instance that you don’t do “social”—media or otherwise—while supposed to be at work, and indeed, working; I certainly know of a few who indeed even ban access via site restriction to the mighty F’book et al. while giving and receiving payment for your time.

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And whether you do—or do not check your inbox—before status update checking to find out what people just had for tea, it’s musical break time. But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop moving / It’s like I got this music in my body and it’s gonna be alright / ’Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play / And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate / Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake / I shake it off, I shake it off

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