Big G was safely elbows-deep in a bunch of preseason base waxing for some of the local racer kids, so I got pulled into Beth's project, decorating the shop Christmas tree. I tried to make a stand and say we shouldn't decorate before the Friday after Thanksgiving, but she wouldn't hear it. Besides, no one will come in on Thursday night to do it.
She should know better than to leave me unsupervised. Something about the configuration of one of the ornaments, a snowman holding snowflakes on a black wire in front of himself, suggested something more sinister. I wonder how long it will take anyone to spot it.
It's the little things that help the day go by.
Later I discovered I could record sounds on my phone and use them as my ring tone. For the rest of the day it belched. Now it meows. A whole new world beckons. The problem is that even I don't recognize it as a phone call at first. I also pissed the cats off by following them around all day trying to get the perfect meow. I still haven't gotten the one I want. When they meow they want you to answer, not shove a phone down by them and wait silently for them to do it again.
3 comments:
REALLY cool would be a recorded cat belch, though that might be nearly as tough as interviewing a Yeti.
The phone's not too good with quieter sounds. Cat burps tend to be kind of subtle.
I've long thought that the prefect ring sound would be your own name called very loudly. I had to switch from a nice musical ring tone to an obnoxious conventional ringing sound because I often failed to recognize I was getting a call in time to answer it.
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