My pocket loves to make calls when I’m not paying attention. I have received amused text messages reminding me to lock the keypad, serious phone calls from insecure boyfriends and husbands (it wasn’t me, it was my pocket!), exasperated requests for clemency from the people who’s names begin with A (sorry Abel, Aaron, Andre, and Allison.) I once left a 60 minute message from the floor of an AA Meeting for a person I used to shoot drugs with who I had added to my phone book because I wanted to call and make amends to them (my cell phone has a cosmic sense of justice too.)
Today I got my first serious pocket call. Someone was watching something with Mike Myers in it. Sounded like Saturday Night Live or Austin Powers. Dunnoe… but they were enjoying it.
Sometimes I think the pocket call is a sort of a protest against my repeated desire to sit on the telephone. I sit on my Nokia 6600, and it hits me where it hurts by making long, minute consuming calls to far away places and leaves very long messages for people. Other times I think my special little phone is an artist. It creates ambient soundscapes for people, and sends text messages in cryptic languages. Or, it will take a series of photographs in total darkness.
My phone has a very interesting life of its own.
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I (my phone??) am/is guilty of this too and i went as far to add a dummy contact AAA to avoid calling my friend abby accidently but since then I have called and sent multiple blank text messages to friends whose names are in the middle of my contact list and I am alos master of the pocket photo. It must be the phone as I have the same model :)
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Ah, young padawan, that is why they invented clamshell phones. ugly as they may be, they prevent such things from happening. altho it does like to change itself from silent to loud in the middle of class… and then someone will inevitably call me.
other than that…
:)
erich
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could be…
But I still like to imagine my little companion is a subversive fine artist. It just feels better, you know?
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flip phones! i’ve only ever owned flip phones, for that reason. they are really not all that bad.
but yes, that is pretty silly. and funny. i liked reading that on a monday a.m.!
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My husband finally switched to a flip phone after he was out with the guys and pocket-called me. Nothing incriminating was said, but I guess the possibilities scared him into the world of flip-phones. My phone is magickal in that my daughter has no idea how to use it, but always manages reach grandma or grandpa at weird times. It takes 4 buttons in correct sequence to reach either of them, but I guess somehow the universe dials them for her.
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Fee, this may not be the time or the place for this question, but I am surprised to read of you having a husband at all. I think I may have completely misread your myspace profile.
I love how we get ideas in our head, from the scanning we do with our eyes, and how terribly wrong it always seems to be.
A wonderful lesson for today.
Thank you!
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You didn’t misread! Despite the husband, I identify as lesbian. Your initial impression was correct. :-)
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Far out.
You are not alone. More and more I am meeting women making similar choices despite their sexual orientation.