I'm teetering...I'm on the verge...
Jul. 26th, 2006 04:46 pmOMG...we're actually (gulp) shopping for family plans for cell phones. I think I'm the last gay man in Albuquerque to get one. I've been holding out for years and years...I never wanted to be that accessible.
I supposed when (not if, at this point) I get one, I'll be among the billions saying, "can you hear me now?" and "(*&(@^%*&!!!! lost the connection!" just like everyone else.
On a field trip this morning, I had to laugh. We were doing a dorm tour, tagging along with the parents whose oh-so-innocent 18 year olds will be morosely shuffling into the university system in a mere month or so. We came up the steps into one dorm, and four blonde female cheerleader-types* were all sitting on the steps, facing west, each with their own festively-colored cell phones in hand, all looking at them intently, and quite vacuously.
What an age we live in.
I guess I'm ready to join the lemmings.
But I'll bet I STILL never get a call.
* As with all universities, the summertime is prime rental of dorm facilities for cheerleader camps, band camps, christian youth camps, camp camps. Happily, my office is on the other side of campus, so I'm rarely aware of all the 16 year old running around being 16 year olds. I haven't heard of a youth square dance camp though. Hmm.
I supposed when (not if, at this point) I get one, I'll be among the billions saying, "can you hear me now?" and "(*&(@^%*&!!!! lost the connection!" just like everyone else.
On a field trip this morning, I had to laugh. We were doing a dorm tour, tagging along with the parents whose oh-so-innocent 18 year olds will be morosely shuffling into the university system in a mere month or so. We came up the steps into one dorm, and four blonde female cheerleader-types* were all sitting on the steps, facing west, each with their own festively-colored cell phones in hand, all looking at them intently, and quite vacuously.
What an age we live in.
I guess I'm ready to join the lemmings.
But I'll bet I STILL never get a call.
* As with all universities, the summertime is prime rental of dorm facilities for cheerleader camps, band camps, christian youth camps, camp camps. Happily, my office is on the other side of campus, so I'm rarely aware of all the 16 year old running around being 16 year olds. I haven't heard of a youth square dance camp though. Hmm.
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Date: 2006-07-27 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 05:35 am (UTC)If I would normally be asleep, you'd better be calling or texting with life-changing news. A birth, a death, a life-threatening emergency. If you won the lottery? Fantastic, call me in the morning.I've been known to make allowances for friends in other time zones, but even that gets stale quickly.
If I'm making the call? Someone is dead, dying, or aborning. No other reason exists for me to impose my life on another in the wee hours of their cycle - I just couldn't; I've had difficulty even when I've been told it's okay to call.
Operating hours in their normal cycle are a different thing. They can choose to take the call or not, just as I do.