TMA Stands for Too Many Acronyms!

One highly-effective way to confuse your audience is to use too many acronyms, especially acronyms they might not know. Skip explaining what they stand for to inspire even more blank stares.

 

OMG!

I’m LMAO …

ROFL …

So I don’t cry

 

All I want to do is send you a message

I created a DOCX file but I don’t know if you’ll be able to read it so I saved it as an RTF.

Then I created my email with the WYSIWYG , hit send, and then…

Nothing!

My email goes AWOL!

WTF!

I look up the URL for my ISP‘s Internet support page on the WWW and get in touch with someone named Robert—in Pakistan!

Uh … Yeah … Right!

He tells me to check my POP settings

My SMTP settings

My TCPIP settings

My DNS settings

Nothing!

He asks for my IP address

I’ve lived in my current house for years!

We update PHP and MySQL on the server

Maybe there’s something wrong with my CPU!

Finally, he asks if I can I save my ASCII message on an SD card and send it from somewhere else

YGTBKM!

Thanks, Robert. to move on.

 

Who can I call?

Maybe I’ll get some help if I tell the world about my problem

I call CBS, NBC, ABC, BBC, CNN

HBO?

ESPN?

Nobody cares.

 

Fine. I’m a citizen of the USA. I’ll get my representatives in Washington DC to help me…

I call the FBI

The CIA

Nothing!

The DOD and the FDA won’t take my call

I decide to skip the IRS

The NSA starts asking all sorts of creepy questions

I hang up on them

They’re probably still listening anyway!

The DNC wants to send me a check but they can’t

The GOP assures me my problem is a hoax

Is someone in the USSR messing with my email!

OMG!

 

I go back to my ISP’s URL again and open up a chat window.

Now I’m speaking to … an !

Artificial? Yes

Intelligent? I don’t think so

I want to talk to the CEO!

No

The CFO?

No

The CTO?

No

The CIO?

No

The GM?

No

The HR Department?

No

Is anybody home?

No … I can have support call you back

Do you have an ETA?

No…

I’m gonna write the BBB a hell of a letter…

Oh … wait …

I can’t!

WTF!

 

Now I’m getting hungry

And when I get hungry, I get cranky

I call my BFF and we hop in my SUV

My BFF wants KFC

I don’t eat animals! That’s just not PC anymore!

BJ‘s?

No meat!

Sonny’s BBQ?

No meat!

I guess we’re going to IHOP

Where is it? I’ll have to use the GPS

All the way over there? Better use the HOV lane

OMG … My AC just blew up…

And it’s hot out!

 

On the way I find a coffee shop with a drive-through

We pull in and I end up staring at some sort of talking sign

Just what I need—a GUI with a CCTV and an RGB monitor in it!

“Can I take your order?”

“Soon please or I’m going to need a glucose IV”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that order please?”

“Are you ADHD or something?”

“No … sorry … but I couldn’t hear you … and FYI I don’t have ESP.”

“I’ll have the veggie burger please”

“I’m sorry; that item’s NA today”

I pull up to the window and realize … I don’t have my wallet with me

“You won’t accept an IOU will you?”

“Nope”

BRB

ASAP

 

OMG!

What a bunch of BS!

I’m hot, sweaty, angry, and hungry

I’m gonna end up with PTSD!

Someone give me an AK47 … or some TNT … or an ICBM!

“This day is brought to you by the letters F and Y”

 

I drive home and make myself a PBJ

Then I my letter—the one I wanted help with hours ago—into my phone

And send an SMS message

 

Dear Audience,

IMO, you have to be a PHD to get anything done today

Every little thing’s such a BFD

YMMV, but I’ll tell you what the real problem is:

T M A

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