I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, July 30, 2010

Too Long for Twittering

So, for everybody else who carries their cell phone in their front pocket, do you also get an internal chuckle by saying, "Excuse me, my crotch seems to be ringing. I better answer it." Or is it just me and my sometimes juvenal sense of humor?

2 comments:

Matt Hughes said...

From an old Dilbert comic:

Dilbert, "Every so often, I get this vibration feeling over on my hip."

Psychiatrist, "It's called phantom pager syndrome. There's no cure for it."

Dilbert, "I don't want to cure it. I want to relocate it."

Steve Buchheit said...

Matt, ha!

There was an opener in an old show called "Doctor, Doctor," with the world's smallest cell phone. The character puts the phone in his pocket and the salesman calls it. The doctor then does a little dance, including putting his tongue out the side of his mouth. Then he stands up. "What happened?"

"I hung up."

The doctor jumps across the exam table and grabs the salesman by the collar, "Call. Me. Again."