Ah another day, another dose of insanity.
Aug. 10th, 2007 04:05 pmThe phone rings, the answer machine picks it up
(Side note: There is actually a small war going on in the family regarding answer machines. The Family Female Collective think everyone should be Olympic sprinters running flat out to the phone when it rings and should only let the answer machine get it if they are more than 3 miles away from it, severely ill or dead. Even then they give themselves the most time possible, making sure the phone rings 9 times before the machine picks it up, then they have a message that says their number, their mobile numbers and possibly good psychics that may be able to contact them - don‘t ring them from a pay-as-you-go mobile, you‘ll run out of credit before you get to leave a message. Beloved and I have a machine that picks up after the second ring. We don’t even try to answer it. The Hive Vagina {accepting their noble responsibility of policing two males who have no woman to control them properly) accuses us of the evil crime of call screening. To which we say “yes, of course.” This is apparently NOT the right answer and is on par with saying “Of COURSE I drowned toddlers and eat their brains, doesn’t everyone?” But I digress.)
So the answer machine has picked up. Spying the little blinking light, beloved plays the message. then scrambles for the volume so the neighbours aren’t struck deaf.
Nana *recorded*: Now you stop talking and listen to me, never mind talking over me! I’m going to have MY say and you’re going to listen to me, do you hear me? Well? Well? Now you’re ignoring me! That’s wicked! WICKED! I never thought you’d do something so bad to me, my own family, it’s wicked *sniff*. I wish tha-
Robot woman who lives in answer machine: END OF MESSAGES
Beloved: Your grandmother just had a steaming argument with the answer machine.
Me: I fear my genetics sometimes.
(Side note: There is actually a small war going on in the family regarding answer machines. The Family Female Collective think everyone should be Olympic sprinters running flat out to the phone when it rings and should only let the answer machine get it if they are more than 3 miles away from it, severely ill or dead. Even then they give themselves the most time possible, making sure the phone rings 9 times before the machine picks it up, then they have a message that says their number, their mobile numbers and possibly good psychics that may be able to contact them - don‘t ring them from a pay-as-you-go mobile, you‘ll run out of credit before you get to leave a message. Beloved and I have a machine that picks up after the second ring. We don’t even try to answer it. The Hive Vagina {accepting their noble responsibility of policing two males who have no woman to control them properly) accuses us of the evil crime of call screening. To which we say “yes, of course.” This is apparently NOT the right answer and is on par with saying “Of COURSE I drowned toddlers and eat their brains, doesn’t everyone?” But I digress.)
So the answer machine has picked up. Spying the little blinking light, beloved plays the message. then scrambles for the volume so the neighbours aren’t struck deaf.
Nana *recorded*: Now you stop talking and listen to me, never mind talking over me! I’m going to have MY say and you’re going to listen to me, do you hear me? Well? Well? Now you’re ignoring me! That’s wicked! WICKED! I never thought you’d do something so bad to me, my own family, it’s wicked *sniff*. I wish tha-
Robot woman who lives in answer machine: END OF MESSAGES
Beloved: Your grandmother just had a steaming argument with the answer machine.
Me: I fear my genetics sometimes.
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Date: 2007-08-10 03:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-10 03:25 pm (UTC)My dad has the same attitude to call screening.
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Date: 2007-08-10 03:40 pm (UTC)I always wondered if we had relatives overseas. Now I know.
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Date: 2007-08-10 03:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-10 03:59 pm (UTC)Could be worse. My BIL has the longest message in recorded history. He lists the full names, including the middle name of himself, his wife, and all five kids. It takes forever. I quit leaving messages and just started hanging up. He has the same message on his frigging cell phone as well.
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Date: 2007-08-10 04:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-10 07:42 pm (UTC)I hope you don't mind me adding you awhile ago. I loved your sense of humor in your posts in customers_suck.
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Date: 2007-08-10 10:39 pm (UTC)OY!
Do either you or your grandmother talk to or argue with any other appliances? *inquiring look*
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Date: 2007-08-10 11:51 pm (UTC)Most likely this is why he has such a long message. Not for you personally, but for when he can't be bothered answering the phone
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:33 pm (UTC)They are insane. Call screening saves sanity!
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-11 12:35 pm (UTC)But they'd LISTEN then
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:02 pm (UTC)Argh, i would stab him a lot. Then I would reincarnate him and stab him some more
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:05 pm (UTC)LOL
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:05 pm (UTC)Of course not :) The more the merrier
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-11 01:06 pm (UTC)I beg and plead with computers. She swears angrily at any appliance :)
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:23 pm (UTC)You'd probably have four or five messages in a row from the same people, getting progressively louder.
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-11 02:22 pm (UTC)makes me think of that cthulu related story - the one with the town full of people who had made the bargain with the undersea folk... the slow change to fish-creature over a lifetime.
you mean to tell me you talk to a computer but you don't talk to the characters in a movie (on television, I don't think you do this in public yet)- you know, like in a horror movie when they're about to do something really stupid that you or I would spot in a second and avoid and that they're blithely walking right into?