What? Never tried? Take my word for it.
The Digimon wall came down about two weeks ago now. I was dissatisfied with the top and left edge.
What are you burbling about, you ask.
The Digimon wall, I insist.
And that is?
Really, I sigh. Really.
The Digimon wall is one of the walls in my tiny, tiny apartment that have been made into one gigantic collage. When fully “applied,” the Digimon wall is by far and away the largest, covering more than 80 square feet. :) It blows the Fruits Basket, Hikaru no Go, and Yami no Matsuei walls away.
*smiles* What can I say? Digimon was my first anime love. It holds a special place in my heart.
Currently, however, about 2/3 of the wall is sitting on my computer desk.
I did not like the top and left side.
*sighs* One of these days I will learn to accept minor imperfections, perhaps even call them character, but I’m no where near there yet. So the wall was…deconstructed.
People coming over look at the not-quite-half finished wall and with that I’m-really-very-concerned-but-am-willing-t
I laugh and try to explain that I am simply in the process of rearranging a few things so that the top and left side align better.
This is usually met with a thoughtful, “Um-hm,” and reassurances that I can call them at anytime if I want to talk. *rolls eyes a la a 13-year-old*
I would like to announce this to the world: I AM NOT CRAZY.
And now on to today's story:
Okay kiddo’s! It’s honesty time!
*cue theme music* Da da da de da da da de da da, la la…And so forth.
I don’t always answer my phone.
What? Not honest enough for you?
Fine. I very rarely answer my phone. So rarely that most people know that to get a hold of me you usually have to dial at least twice. It’s kind of like a test. If you call once and hang up, not to try again, then you probably didn’t really need to talk to me anyway.
But call twice…that’s perseverance. :)
If however, I fail to pick up after two calls, I am either (1), not home or (2), (and the much more likely scenario) not in the mood to play friendly.
Know me well enough to be phoning me and you are no doubt well aware of these rules.
Some people, however, consider themselves above them.
Case and Point:
My phone rang this evening and I ignored it. The machine is set to kick in after three rings (two if I have not answered the previous call) so it is really not too annoying.
The machine clicks on and all I hear is a dial tone. Who ever was calling had hung up.
Not three seconds later, it rings for a second time. I briefly considered answering but decided that, no; I didn’t really feel chatty tonight and so did not. Two rings later, the machine picked up and there was nothing but a dial tone.
Within seconds, the phone is ringing again. Now this is an anomaly, since, as I said the handful of people with my home line number know the protocol. I supposed that I might should pick up, as this person was obviously pushing the envelope and that might suggest a problem of some sort, but by the time I was done deliberating, the machine had already clicked on and the person, again, had hung up.
Then it was the cell phone. This one is a bit more annoying because if there is a way to make it go to voice mail after only two or three rings, I don’t know it. So I actually have to listen to five or six rings (I haven’t actually counted) before it shuts up.
But by now, I’ve narrowed down the possible list of callers. See, while the home line could be any one of a handful of prospects, including (unfortunately) salespeople, only two people on this entire planet have my cell phone number.
And the cell phone has caller ID so all I have to do is flip it open to know that my harasser is none other than *shock, shock* AnhMai.
This is enough to solidify my will about not answering. She knows better.
I bury the cell phone under a stack of pillows and blankets and go back to my book.
I honestly don’t know how many more times she tried the cell phone before giving up, but eventually she returned to the landline. It was the sixth such call when I finally gave up and stomping over to the phone, beeped it on and snarled, “Look. If it’s so damned important then leave a message,” and hung up.
Within seconds, the phone was ringing again and this time when the machine clicked on I hear a light-hearted voice chirp, “Hey Jamalyn! It’s me, uh, that it to say, its AnhMai, but I guess you probably already knew that. Hehe. I don’t really have anything to say. I just wanted to see if you had already made it home. So,” and then the really scary line, “I guess I’ll just try back later this evening. Talk to you later.” There was a long pause and I kept waiting for the machine to click off. Finally I realized it was because she had not yet hung up, no doubt waiting for me to pick up (I would not!). Eventually I heard her sigh, “You have really bad phone etiquette, you know that?” and then the line was disconnected.
I have bad phone etiquette? I have bad phone etiquette?! Me?!
Sometimes I just want to scream.
And finally, today's quizes:
Yohji? Married? Is that possible?
Radio Free Mars, Signing Off