Well, we've joined the 21st century -- we got our very own cell-o-phones. For years, I was glad that I felt I didn't need a cell phone. In the past couple of years, however, I've had to admit that there have frequently been times when having a cell phone would have been downright useful. During the weeks leading up to the election, however, with the phone ringing 5 or 6 times a night, I decided I was tired of taking messages or just listening to the phone ring -- especially when the calls were nearly always for Alisa and she would not-infrequently say, "I'm not getting that!" So we discontinued the land-line, ported the number to Alisa's new phone, and now I have my own phone. Now, if it isn't my phone ringing, I don't have to worry about it. And, if Alisa doesn't want to get it, she can just turn her phone off. We also got a phone for Lucy.

I was disappointed that I couldn't get a bluetooth phone. Verizon Wireless really only offers one bluetooth phone -- the Motorola V710. Unfortunately, although the phone has a lot of neat features, the bluetooth is broken on it. It can't sync with iSync and it doesn't let you download photos, etc. It is also quite expensive, especially given that they will essentially give you three or four "basic" phones. We ended up getting on of the low-end flip phones by LG. They seem entirely adequate for anything I'd want a phone for.


The other day I heard a little noise which reminded me of something funny that happened years ago. When Alisa and I were headed out west, the keys in the ignition started to make a buzzing noise. It sounded exactly like a fly in a bottle.

"It sounds like a trapped demon," Alisa said.

There was a pause for several seconds while I digested what she said, realized there was something wrong with it, and I said, "What? What did you say?"

"It sounds like a fly trapped in a bottle," she replied.

"No, no! What you said before! You said it sounded like a trapped demon!"

Ever since then tiny noises where you can't identify the source are "trapped demons".


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