As the name suggests, IM provides conversational immediacy, but that speed also contributes to the thoughtless exchange of knee-jerk reactions and ribald...acronyms? Publishing that recklessly abbreviated paper trail for all to LOL: IM Blog. Started in NYC, IM Blog publishes screenshots of instant messaging conversations -- the kind of ephemera you thought disappeared once you closed that incriminating chat with lonelygradeschool13. Through his own exchanges and those of his readers, the proprietor covers a range of topics, from kōan-like riddles: gilla monster: A wizard has turned you into a whale. Is this awesome? Y/N? Chris Tucker-face: N to ruminations on childhood:
cute kitten: so you were saying something about the retarded kid in your fifth grade class? blonde baby: yeah, sometimes he'd lay on the ground and let kids run their bikes over him to stories so disgusting, a witty euphemism wouldn't do them justice. Though IM Blog's curatorial standards are high, nothing's edited for publication, thus creating a madcap, train-of-thought publication. Like Kerouac would've written while ROTFLMAO on Benzedrine.