First - the meme.

 Nicked from ankhorite.  

( The words about how reeeeeally lovable I am. )

I think I'd like to be an intelligence agent. 

EDIT 14Mar08 - I just reread the "words" section and realized how completely not like that I am.  Snerk.  :)

Second - the whinge.

Okay, I know I have a hate on for the telephone, so I'm not one who should be pointing fingers, BUT.

Why do the people who ramble at length and tediously in voicemail then zip through their phone number digits in a garble that would put any stoned rocker to shame?  Eh?  Eh?  Eh?  Thus necessitating the replaying the multiple repetitions of how urgent the issue is, how important it is to receive a return call "within two minutes" [1], and all the minutinae of what lead up to this moment in time during their day.

Enunciate, folks.  EEE NUNCE EEE EIGHT.


[1] - No, I'm not kidding.  Silly people.  There's just me answering the phone on this issue, and if you'd repeated your phone number slowly, you would be getting a return call a lot sooner than now that I have to listen to your monologue 18 times to try to figure out the last two swallowed digits.  Humph.