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Cell phones, a triptych
Jan. 26th, 2006 07:46 pmI don't care if people have cell phones, but I am highly amused by the range of behavior that cell phones cause, as people have conversations in public and don't pay attention to their context at all.
I'm sure that this sort of thing happens all the time: I walked by this guy standing on Main Street in the town where I work, and he's shouting and dancing around. "Yeah, you fuckin'...right now...right fuckin' now, I'll kill you..." And on and on, clearly having a toxic testosterone attack right there on Friday evening (last week) in G_______. He's making the gestures of somebody gearing up to a fight, except there's nobody there. It was like Street Theatre!! Maybe he was a "pavement artist," like Destruction of the Endless? Er, no, he was talking on his cell phone. I didn't laugh at him right then, though, for some reason, I thought it might be dangerous to my health. :P
Stephen King's new novel is called Cell, and it's apparently about how this space age virus thing is transmitted from cell phone to cell phone and there's an apocalypse and everybody dies or is transformed into something bizarre and strange, or something. Except, of course, for the people who don't have cell phones. "There's a reason why cell rhymes with hell." I feel Smug now, for only having a land line. The best part is how the dustjacket says that Stephen King lives in Maine with his wife and doesn't have a cell phone.
I was talking to the cashiers at the local food co-op the other day about crazy people in G_____, and just as we were waxing poetic about all the ones we see on a daily basis, this guy walks by talking to himself. And we all shut up and went O.o until somebody realized he was wearing a headset. Um, probably. O noes, how am I going to tell who the cr4zy people are? Time for the tinfoil hat.
I'm sure that this sort of thing happens all the time: I walked by this guy standing on Main Street in the town where I work, and he's shouting and dancing around. "Yeah, you fuckin'...right now...right fuckin' now, I'll kill you..." And on and on, clearly having a toxic testosterone attack right there on Friday evening (last week) in G_______. He's making the gestures of somebody gearing up to a fight, except there's nobody there. It was like Street Theatre!! Maybe he was a "pavement artist," like Destruction of the Endless? Er, no, he was talking on his cell phone. I didn't laugh at him right then, though, for some reason, I thought it might be dangerous to my health. :P
Stephen King's new novel is called Cell, and it's apparently about how this space age virus thing is transmitted from cell phone to cell phone and there's an apocalypse and everybody dies or is transformed into something bizarre and strange, or something. Except, of course, for the people who don't have cell phones. "There's a reason why cell rhymes with hell." I feel Smug now, for only having a land line. The best part is how the dustjacket says that Stephen King lives in Maine with his wife and doesn't have a cell phone.
I was talking to the cashiers at the local food co-op the other day about crazy people in G_____, and just as we were waxing poetic about all the ones we see on a daily basis, this guy walks by talking to himself. And we all shut up and went O.o until somebody realized he was wearing a headset. Um, probably. O noes, how am I going to tell who the cr4zy people are? Time for the tinfoil hat.
