Electronica!
Give us this day our daily spam
Something rather annoying happens every day when the joint Flyboy/Katt mailbox is sent and received. SPAM! Oh, anything from penis enlargement* to winning the EuroMillions**.
Do spammers think that people actually open these mails? Are people actually gullible enough to open these mails? Could spammers actually think that people LIKE getting these mails? Do they think that people actually like spam and spammers?
Have spammers never watched Monty Python? Don’t they know that we don’t like spam, with anything, not our eggs, not our daily mail? Like Eric Idle, we don’t like spam!
Now dry up and blow away because you pratts are using up my capped Megs!
Cell Moans
A while ago my cell number somehow got into the hands of a charming young woman in Johannesburg. The first time she ‘phoned she ceremoniously ended the call without saying hello, little did I know this tête-à-tête was going to become a regular thing. I can forgive this the first time because we have all had the classic slip of the finger/wrong number experience.
Personally I remember a time when I frantically phoned my tax accountant to warn him that an aeroplane was about to land on his car on the other side of the runway. My tax accountant was on the other side of the country at the time, nowhere near an airfield. The only explanation that I can offer is that my tax accountant’s name started with an “H” and so did the guy who was about to be crushed. Slip of the finger! I also remember having to look for a new tax accountant after that. Oh, and luckily the other “H” wasn’t crushed for those of you who might be interested!
Anyway, back to the charming young woman in Johannesburg. You would think that after making a “wrong number” call you would kind of lose the wrong number, right? No, not our intrepid young lass! For a lengthy time period she kept on ‘phoning me and ending the call in my ear. One day in desperation I ‘phoned her and explained that whoever she was looking for was NOT ME! She was mortified but I mean, DUH!
Recently the same thing has happened again. However, from a “withheld” number so there goes the “attack is the best defence” strategy!
What is the logic in repeating wrong number ‘phone calls? Could it be that the caller thinks that you are mysteriously going to morph into their quarry? Or do they just like wasting money by constantly ‘phoning the wrong number? Or is it just a nervous tic?
So “Withheld,” please stop ‘phoning me! You are beginning to a) annoy me and b) freak me out!
Ring Tones
Strange phenomenon, ring tones! Oh, of course, we all upgrade our cell ‘phones and the first thing we do when the shiny new instrument is in our hands is go through the ring tones. It’s cool; a ring tone is kind of your signature, right? It says something about you.
If it says something about you, why on God’s green earth would you want a ring tone of a Celine Dion song being wailed out by a baby? Or that bollocking awful Crazy Frog imitation of the McLaren F1 budget?
Permit me to explain my frustration, please.
When I was up in Pretoria, the young women I was staying with had an annoying and vile collection of ring tones on her ‘phone. Also, for some inexplicable reason she set her cell’s alarm for 04:30 every morning. I say “inexplicable” because she didn’t exactly remove herself from the warm confines of her bed when it went off. No, even worse! She is one of those people blessed with the ability to sleep through an air raid siren! I however am NOT – I am a light sleeper, especially in unfamiliar places.
The situation was further aggravated when her younger sister spent the night. I think it might be genetic because she also had a collection of equally annoying and vile ring tones. She also inexplicably insisted on setting her alarm for 04:30 in the morning without actually getting up. And, that genetic thing again, can sleep through an air raid siren. Important to note, the times on these two offending cell ‘phones were about a minute out.
So, picture this! At 04:30 on a Sunday morning Wailing Baby/Celine Dion shatters the silence. And continues for a minute until the snooze function kicks in, after which Crazy Frog takes over for a minute until the snooze function kicks in. Exactly nine minutes later, Pseudo-Celine starts up again and the process perpetuates itself until the two sisters finally wake up and start a yelling match about who is not switching off their alarms!
At this point I get up and make myself coffee and have a smoke because if I don’t, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
Footnote (and totally off the point)
In one day many exciting things have happened, specifically with reference to my future! I would love to scream them from the top of Blogging Mountain but right now, I am going to remain silent, for fear of jinxing it.
But excuse me, please, I have to brush up on my Access skills.
* That one has been doing the rounds for half a century now. Have you all had your winkies enlarged yet so we can move onto something more entertaining?
** Is that like the Mythical Kruger Millions?
Something rather annoying happens every day when the joint Flyboy/Katt mailbox is sent and received. SPAM! Oh, anything from penis enlargement* to winning the EuroMillions**.
Do spammers think that people actually open these mails? Are people actually gullible enough to open these mails? Could spammers actually think that people LIKE getting these mails? Do they think that people actually like spam and spammers?
Have spammers never watched Monty Python? Don’t they know that we don’t like spam, with anything, not our eggs, not our daily mail? Like Eric Idle, we don’t like spam!
Now dry up and blow away because you pratts are using up my capped Megs!
Cell Moans
A while ago my cell number somehow got into the hands of a charming young woman in Johannesburg. The first time she ‘phoned she ceremoniously ended the call without saying hello, little did I know this tête-à-tête was going to become a regular thing. I can forgive this the first time because we have all had the classic slip of the finger/wrong number experience.
Personally I remember a time when I frantically phoned my tax accountant to warn him that an aeroplane was about to land on his car on the other side of the runway. My tax accountant was on the other side of the country at the time, nowhere near an airfield. The only explanation that I can offer is that my tax accountant’s name started with an “H” and so did the guy who was about to be crushed. Slip of the finger! I also remember having to look for a new tax accountant after that. Oh, and luckily the other “H” wasn’t crushed for those of you who might be interested!
Anyway, back to the charming young woman in Johannesburg. You would think that after making a “wrong number” call you would kind of lose the wrong number, right? No, not our intrepid young lass! For a lengthy time period she kept on ‘phoning me and ending the call in my ear. One day in desperation I ‘phoned her and explained that whoever she was looking for was NOT ME! She was mortified but I mean, DUH!
Recently the same thing has happened again. However, from a “withheld” number so there goes the “attack is the best defence” strategy!
What is the logic in repeating wrong number ‘phone calls? Could it be that the caller thinks that you are mysteriously going to morph into their quarry? Or do they just like wasting money by constantly ‘phoning the wrong number? Or is it just a nervous tic?
So “Withheld,” please stop ‘phoning me! You are beginning to a) annoy me and b) freak me out!
Ring Tones
Strange phenomenon, ring tones! Oh, of course, we all upgrade our cell ‘phones and the first thing we do when the shiny new instrument is in our hands is go through the ring tones. It’s cool; a ring tone is kind of your signature, right? It says something about you.
If it says something about you, why on God’s green earth would you want a ring tone of a Celine Dion song being wailed out by a baby? Or that bollocking awful Crazy Frog imitation of the McLaren F1 budget?
Permit me to explain my frustration, please.
When I was up in Pretoria, the young women I was staying with had an annoying and vile collection of ring tones on her ‘phone. Also, for some inexplicable reason she set her cell’s alarm for 04:30 every morning. I say “inexplicable” because she didn’t exactly remove herself from the warm confines of her bed when it went off. No, even worse! She is one of those people blessed with the ability to sleep through an air raid siren! I however am NOT – I am a light sleeper, especially in unfamiliar places.
The situation was further aggravated when her younger sister spent the night. I think it might be genetic because she also had a collection of equally annoying and vile ring tones. She also inexplicably insisted on setting her alarm for 04:30 in the morning without actually getting up. And, that genetic thing again, can sleep through an air raid siren. Important to note, the times on these two offending cell ‘phones were about a minute out.
So, picture this! At 04:30 on a Sunday morning Wailing Baby/Celine Dion shatters the silence. And continues for a minute until the snooze function kicks in, after which Crazy Frog takes over for a minute until the snooze function kicks in. Exactly nine minutes later, Pseudo-Celine starts up again and the process perpetuates itself until the two sisters finally wake up and start a yelling match about who is not switching off their alarms!
At this point I get up and make myself coffee and have a smoke because if I don’t, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
Footnote (and totally off the point)
In one day many exciting things have happened, specifically with reference to my future! I would love to scream them from the top of Blogging Mountain but right now, I am going to remain silent, for fear of jinxing it.
But excuse me, please, I have to brush up on my Access skills.
* That one has been doing the rounds for half a century now. Have you all had your winkies enlarged yet so we can move onto something more entertaining?
** Is that like the Mythical Kruger Millions?
posted by Katt at 11:31 am
10 Comments:
Cookie Monster: So if I understand you correctly, my number is being dished out so that other people can look important?
Shortypam: This is what happens when you live on a farm! You forget how to be devious. I love your suggestions and believe me, I will be applying them.
Cookie Monster: No, I didn't understand you correctly... but now I do. Forgive me, my brain is almost all leaked out. :-)
I have a great ring tone: The sound of someone being whipped. Repeatedly. Regarding your footnote, could it be that you'll be marching soon?
Do spammers think that people actually open these mails? Are people actually gullible enough to open these mails?
Um yes, yes they are. I actually work with someone who, despite the fact that she never entered and that I told her it's spam, was still convinced she had won the Liverpool FC Lottery. Hell she even sent them all her personal info and "only" got suspicious when they asked her for money. Sad, sad but true and the reason these spammers keep on trying. *Sigh*
my phone doesn't ring, it vibrates, on purpose *inserts innocent grin*. I like it when the wrong number phones me
haha the snoozing ringtone alarm thingy sounds familiar.. Lucky for me I dont have Celine/crazy fog, but it sure gets you out of bed...eventually
Kyk: Hm, appropriate? :-)
Cookie Monster: Okay, it was Za Germans. :-)
GeeksGirl: That is so sad!
Shutterjane: When did this become and X-rated blog?
Aquila: Lucky for you? In what way? :-D Are you flirting with me?
Spammers - I think I hate it more than you can possibly imagine. I have a yahoo email address and I am hit by on average 200 spammers every day!!! Can become very annoying to try and find "real" mail in the inbox.
Ringtones - call me boring, but I stick to whatever comes with the phone - I have never downloaded any tunes because I find it useless. I try to answer my phone within 3 rings, so why load something you won't listen to???
Wrong number - A woman phoned me in the middle of the night a couple of years ago and seductively asked me if I know where my husband is. When I told her that he is fast asleep next to me in bed all I heard was "oops, sorry, wrong number!!"
Buddess: Your wrong number story is hysterical! I wonder if the silly woman thought twice about making that phone call after that.
wrong numbers- a group of people in kzn had my number a while ago, it took me weeks to get them to wake up!
ring tones- i don't change mine very often, and i loathe that fargin frog! and damien, each of my siblings, my mom and my dad have their own ringtone and they never change.
spam- lots of it in my yahoo mailbox lately, mine sounds like its the same as yours!
work stuff- wooho... um, i mean... i won't congratulate you on anything just yet then!
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