cellular absurdities
Oh the lengths humans will go to to feel important. I’m imagining now an Ionesco or Beckett play conisting only of fake phonecall monologs from lonely, attention starved characters. See, there’s not so much that art has to imagine on its own..
Or better yet, what great TV ads these self-aggrandizing monologs would make.
April 26th, 2005 at 11:13 am
oh god. i’ve totally done this. only once. and not to feel important! i was of the “trying to avoid someone” variety. It was to avoid what would have likely been a very awkward conversation (for both of us) and the other person was kind of far away, so it wasn’t a blatant diss. I was just trying to look busy. will i ever be forgiven?
April 27th, 2005 at 7:11 am
Phone’s for you, Al. It’s the Deathkulture calling….
April 27th, 2005 at 8:19 pm
I’ve always wanted to do this but more so for what I thought would be funny than feel important. When I first got a cell phone back in 1982 when they were the size of a Pringles can and cost $78 a minute, I thought it would be hilarious to answer the phone “Crockett” in crowded places. You know, places like the EL or an elevator packed to the doors with people. I was always so tempted to do this until my girlfriend at the time advised me that it was “gay”. Now any of you that might know me, know that I could give a fuck about what other people think of me. (I’m looking in the direction of Alex) At the same time, I certainly didn’t want someone to get the wrong idea and drag me behind a car or string me up on a barbed-wire fence. So the hilarity never ensued and eventually I gave up the idea. Those were the salad days.
April 29th, 2005 at 5:10 am
smash all cell phones, mobile phones, sunglasses, and electric can openers!
April 29th, 2005 at 11:58 am
It occurred to me after the fact that ‘Alex’ is probably the girl from the hot car wash photo. And because ‘Allycks’ is the sort of ego-maniacal grossburger who always uses capital I’s when refering to himself….