I haven't been posting much lately. I've been ranging from "blah" to semi-depressed, which affects how I see the world in general, so I'm left without much to write. For example, I have just returned from a trip to the grocery store. Not the most exciting endeavor, but in my standard "up" mood I could probably find at least one or two funny things to write about, like the middle-aged guy with 350 cans of cat food and one small container of Yoplait in his cart (and nothing else). Instead, all I can think of to post is a list of my purchases, probably the most uninteresting thing on the blogsphere. Meh.
Yesterday The Boss and I went out for our annual Christmas lunch. We went back to the restaurant which was the scene of our clumsy soup- and marinara sauce-spilling adventure of a couple weeks ago, but either they didn't remember us or he tipped well, because they let us back in. We did ask for room-temperature butter, so as to avoid the butter-puck-flinging incident of our last visit.
We exchanged Christmas gifts. I gave him a set of these and a package of golf stuff that included bag cleaner/leather preserver, a brush to flick dirt off your clubs, a couple of St. Andrews towels, etc. He got an extra present, this Houdini wine opener because he was born on Christmas Day. I always make sure he has a gift wrapped in birthday paper, too; I'm sure he got shorted over the years, with people pulling that "Christmas and birthday present combined" crap on him.
He gave me a spiffy Motorola RazR phone, a book and an Amazon gift certificate. My new phone is 1337. You know how lots of the newer phones take pictures? This one takes VIDEO. Alan and Bo are jealous of my RazR phone, which is the only reason I wanted one in the first place. Geek envy is a pleasure not to be underestimated.
Speaking of which, did I have your phone number? Did you want me to? Would you like me to have it again? If so, send me an e-mail, because a lot of phone numbers I had stored in my cell phone were apparently stored in the memory of my old Nokia itself and not on the SIM card like I thought, because when I put my card into the RazR phone, a lot of my address book disappeared. So send me an e-mail with your number, but don't be offended if I don't call you because I hardly ever call anybody - that's not how I roll.
Yesterday The Boss and I went out for our annual Christmas lunch. We went back to the restaurant which was the scene of our clumsy soup- and marinara sauce-spilling adventure of a couple weeks ago, but either they didn't remember us or he tipped well, because they let us back in. We did ask for room-temperature butter, so as to avoid the butter-puck-flinging incident of our last visit.
We exchanged Christmas gifts. I gave him a set of these and a package of golf stuff that included bag cleaner/leather preserver, a brush to flick dirt off your clubs, a couple of St. Andrews towels, etc. He got an extra present, this Houdini wine opener because he was born on Christmas Day. I always make sure he has a gift wrapped in birthday paper, too; I'm sure he got shorted over the years, with people pulling that "Christmas and birthday present combined" crap on him.
He gave me a spiffy Motorola RazR phone, a book and an Amazon gift certificate. My new phone is 1337. You know how lots of the newer phones take pictures? This one takes VIDEO. Alan and Bo are jealous of my RazR phone, which is the only reason I wanted one in the first place. Geek envy is a pleasure not to be underestimated.
Speaking of which, did I have your phone number? Did you want me to? Would you like me to have it again? If so, send me an e-mail, because a lot of phone numbers I had stored in my cell phone were apparently stored in the memory of my old Nokia itself and not on the SIM card like I thought, because when I put my card into the RazR phone, a lot of my address book disappeared. So send me an e-mail with your number, but don't be offended if I don't call you because I hardly ever call anybody - that's not how I roll.
6 Comments:
Phone tease, bukakke tease - I withhold it all, baby!
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Helly, at 2:24 PM
Cool phone! Not that I want one, because I very very rarely use my phone, but still...
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Anonymous, at 5:23 PM
I use mine only very rarely as well. But the point isn't using it, it's having it, because Bo and Alan are jealous.
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Helly, at 11:02 PM
What, and they're not jealous of my Virgin Mobile pay-as-you-go phone? Elitists!
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Anonymous, at 9:38 PM
I was thinking what a generous gift, that phone, until I emptied my spam folder and realized the internet is giving away millions of them for free. Seriously, about every third spam was "Free Razr Phone!" What does it do that my cingular doesn't do? (Not that mine does anything because I barely have reception at my house.)
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Anonymous Me, at 9:37 AM
Well, it's voice activated - at least it will be once I set it up. I can say, "Nancy" or "Alan, car" and it will call you. And instead of being a cameraphone that only takes pictures, it takes video. And it's very, very wee.
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Helly, at 12:50 PM
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