Sep. 24th, 2002
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Sep. 24th, 2002 04:50 pmIt's been a long time since I heard a funny answering machine message.
I've heard drunkish giggly ones and ones with rap music blasting in the background, but it's been a long time since anyone attempted to use the answering machine to vector wit, at least in my social circles.
There are two recent exceptions: mine and my father's.
Before I moved, my answering machine was a pretty straight message, except for a five-second pause between the sixth and seventh numbers.
My father's current work phone number is also a straight message, but he takes a beat between "Hello" and "You've reached the voice mail of..." Long enough that you start to talk, but short enough that you feel like you should have known it was his voice mail.
Isolated subtlety like this is perhaps a good compromise, as that tape where they sing "Nobody's home!" to Beethoven's Fifth used to be fucking omnipresent.
I've heard drunkish giggly ones and ones with rap music blasting in the background, but it's been a long time since anyone attempted to use the answering machine to vector wit, at least in my social circles.
There are two recent exceptions: mine and my father's.
Before I moved, my answering machine was a pretty straight message, except for a five-second pause between the sixth and seventh numbers.
My father's current work phone number is also a straight message, but he takes a beat between "Hello" and "You've reached the voice mail of..." Long enough that you start to talk, but short enough that you feel like you should have known it was his voice mail.
Isolated subtlety like this is perhaps a good compromise, as that tape where they sing "Nobody's home!" to Beethoven's Fifth used to be fucking omnipresent.
I took a different route home today, one where there was a down-sloping parking lot. I thought "my Heelys will zip me through super-fast!" And they did.
The thing about heelys is, to stop them, you have to turn your glide into a run, as you would run in normal shoes, so that you could stop in the same manner. And this becomes problematic when, thanks to the incline, you are skating faster than you can run.
Even more problematic when you don't exactly have the whole thing down gracefully.
So now my hand is wrapped in gauze, thanks to the nice ladies at the office building I stopped into, though similar scraped on my elbow and knees went unattended until I stumbled home.
No permanent damage, and if I'm feeling better in 20 minutes I can still catch the two buses to the meetup. (update: well, it took longer than that for me to find the first-aid kit at home and change the bandage... better take it easy.)
The thing about heelys is, to stop them, you have to turn your glide into a run, as you would run in normal shoes, so that you could stop in the same manner. And this becomes problematic when, thanks to the incline, you are skating faster than you can run.
Even more problematic when you don't exactly have the whole thing down gracefully.
So now my hand is wrapped in gauze, thanks to the nice ladies at the office building I stopped into, though similar scraped on my elbow and knees went unattended until I stumbled home.
No permanent damage, and if I'm feeling better in 20 minutes I can still catch the two buses to the meetup. (update: well, it took longer than that for me to find the first-aid kit at home and change the bandage... better take it easy.)
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Sep. 24th, 2002 09:22 pmit has been progressively harder to type this evening, so at about 7 i walked away from the computer and watched tv. Fell asleep on the couch. 9:15 now and my wrists still hurt. They did bear the weight of a mighty tumble.
Point of advice: Should I stay home and away from the computer tomorrow to let wrists heal better? Are they likely just bruised, or do I go to urgent care tomorrow morning?
Point of advice: Should I stay home and away from the computer tomorrow to let wrists heal better? Are they likely just bruised, or do I go to urgent care tomorrow morning?