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An email from someone named Alex Cervantes… I want to record my girlfriends cell phone conversations. She uses direct connect (walkie talkie) 95% of the time. Can you help, or point me in the right direction? A reply from me… You need to buy her flowers instead. (I’m serious) Brad I get these a lot. And if you look at the page on recording phone calls, you’ll see probably 100 comments on there from people wanting to tap their spouse’s phone or their kid’s phone. It’s funny to read through.
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I got up at 5:15 this morning. On a Saturday. Why? To participate in a Phone Mob. I never sleep well when I know I have to get up that early and last night was no exception. I was up a lot. I wouldn’t say I slept more than 2 hours at a time, probably less. I think I had dreams that I was sleeping bad too, which made it worse. And I had a dream that I got up for the stupid Mob and nobody showed up but me. That was right before I actually woke up. The mob was fun. I sat at the computer for 4 hours for it and there were at least 10 people in the chat room the entire time. We all got through to a radio station dozens of times over that 4 hours and they sure weren’t happy about it. Regular listener response could have been better, but it was still good stuff. Thanks for organizing that, NWBell! I really wanted to bike to Corvallis today but it kept raining. So I drove there instead, spent a few hours checking out downtown Corvallis. Stopped in a bar for lunch. Bought a book on sign language at The Book Bin. It’s for the kids, not me. They know a little sign language, now they’ll know more. The few businesses in Corvallis that I remember from 1996 don’t seem to be around anymore. For some reason, in 1996, I used to spend a lot of time in downtown Corvallis with Emily when she was just a couple months old. I can’t remember why. But I know the cafe we used to frequent isn’t there anymore. I attempted to nap at some point today but that didn’t happen. I kept flipping between Idle Hands and Romy & Michelle’s High School Reunion which kept me awake. Stupid cable. Played some video games, messed around on the internet. I’m boring. I have an equally fun-filled day planned tomorrow. Well, actually, I probably won’t leave the house tomorrow. So it’ll be even more sarcastically fun-filled than today was.
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Last night, around 11pm, my phone beeps. It was a text message from a local number that I didn’t recognize. It said: Sex is like eating at kfc once your done nibbling on breast and thighs you always have a nice greasy box to put your bone in! Later Tater I look at the number with Fone Finder and see that it’s a Verizon cell from Lebanon, Oregon. A wrong number, obviously. So I reply back: OMG, that’s the best analogy EVAR! They replied with: Ya u like that prity impresive aint it. And I replied with this:
I was hoping for a WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??? or something, but no luck with that. I never got another text message from them again.
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