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[changeling]

I do not like phones. I really don't. I'm not one for picking up the phone and calling a friend to chat for an hour. So, I procrastinate, and put it off. I usually enjoy talking to friends when I finally get onto them, though.

I now have a car. Yay! It currently smells (rather nauseatingly) of citrus, but we're hoping this is slowly eating away at the vomit smell, and then it will be all good.

And now for another "You Had To Be There!"
I made a delirious comment (I gets crazy with no sleep) about how the time delay in broadcasting Triple J to states not with the same timezone as Melbourne/Sydney (ie SA and WA) can work in your favour if you make a really stupid comment on radio. First I suggested that you could destroy everyone's radios, but Nat was confused, so I expanded. The conversation went something like this:

Me: So, if you make a comment, on air, about your secret desire to be... a lesbian nun, then you can call up everyone you know, and invite them to a movie, so they're not listening to the radio, and will never know your dark secret.
Nat: ...
...
*laughs for five minutes* I think that's the funniest thing I've ever heard.

I'm tired. I've been up for about sixteen hours, and I now have a deep desire to become a Buddhist and become one with my bed. [<--very bad joke I will regret in the morning]

Steph, lovely, Lamb were on Triple J this afternoon (I missed them by minutes); they were interviewed and played a song live. It'll be replayed on 2003 this Sunday, which plays from about 6-9, if I recall correctly. Maybe you want to try and tape it...?

Comments

[scott-wells.livejournal.com]

*nods*
I'm the same way with phones. Don't care much for them. Don't like to use them. I try to avoid it if I can.

Sleep well.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

I did. And I slept in, despite all the many phone calls I received this morning. ;)

[painispretty.livejournal.com]

I agree with Nat. My sides hurt now.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Glad to have amused, then.

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

I'm not one for picking up the phone and calling a friend to chat for an hour.

I know exactly what you mean. I've never called someone and said, "Hey, just felt like chatting. What are you up to?" When people do it to me, I'm never sure what they want. Do they have a reason to call? Why would they just want to *talk* about nothing for twenty minutes?

It's apparently very "male" to use the phone as a means of relaying information, while women tend to use it more for communication and social interaction. So, we're men. Lovely. ;D

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*nods* I haven't had people just randomly call me for that reason in years.

*snerks* I can just add it to my list of male traits; right up there with my hatred of clothes shopping and my habit of sitting with my legs apart.

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

:D I'm with you on those ones as well. Plus I'm currently using the "man shampoo" from the ads with the stilted footballers. -_-;;;

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*snerks* That sounds amusing. I don't watch TV, so I don't know to which you refer...

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're missing out. A whole group of footballers (who I, knowing nothing about the sport, didn't recognise, but who you can instantly identify as athletes by their uncomfortable postures) are in a changing room. One of them has a bottle of Sunsilk in his locker, prompting the others to exclaim, "Jeez, you're a pretty boy." Bear in mind, of course, that their dubious acting skills mean that they are incapable of conveying sarcasm, so the line sounds genuine. The ad finishes with the hilarious revelation that ALL the men use that shampoo, and are therefore all pretty boys. They laugh heartily, exchanging backslaps and tousling each other's silky hair.

Slashiest ad ever. But apparently, as the footballers insist many times during the ads, "The shampoo's for blokes." Indeed.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHA. *dies*

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

It's the best ad ever made. Worth watching TV just to catch it. :D

[pussinboots.livejournal.com]

I hate phones too >_< For a long time I used to lie and make up excuses, but now I have gotten to the point where I just answer with, "Hi this is Sän. What do you want?" and end it with "Okay, I hate the phone though, so I am going now. Bye."

What kind of car is this, that smells of citrus? That could be insanely funny, depending on the make/model/year. ;)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*nods* Directness can be very useful.

Er, a Mitsubishi Magna. 1990, I think. *kicks it*

[sidherian.livejournal.com]

You could try a leaving an open box of bicarb in the car, that should soak up the smells, plus added bonus of not having any scent of its own.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Shh... that would be sensible. ;)

I might try that. If I remember to.

[sidherian.livejournal.com]

Being single woman with Sydney mortgage I'm all about the sensible and cheap ; )

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*nods* Da brought me stuff for the car, anyway, so...

[burningskyfire.livejournal.com]

*nods* I don't like phones, either. I have this irrational fear of them. Also, as you've noticed ;-), if I call people's mobiles I always check if it's them, even if I know their voice, because I'm paranoid of I don't know, getting the wrong number or something.
But yeah, phone calls are okay once I get engaged in a conversation.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*nods* I had exactly the same fear. Then I worked in an incoming call centre for two years, and I mostly got over that.

[notfudge.livejournal.com]

i MISSED LAMB *passes out* waks up and calls chris to bitch.

now see i love phones, i love talking to people on them for, in one instance, nine hours.

but mobiles are the work of the devil.
i'm normally quite a fan of his work, but he screwed up on this one.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*pets* You can hear it Sunday!

The longest conversation I had on the phone was with Mickey, for eight hours, from 7pm to 3am. He had a CAT due the next day. Oops.

*snerks* Well, he's probably achieving his monthly outcomes with them, though.

[ishara.livejournal.com]

I do not like phones. I really don't. I'm not one for picking up the phone and calling a friend to chat for an hour. So, I procrastinate, and put it off. I usually enjoy talking to friends when I finally get onto them, though.

I LOATHE talking on the phone... I love my friends, and I love talking to them in person, and over the net, but I never call them on the phone, (unless it's kinda urgent that I get in contact with them) and while i'm on the phone, I feel the need to get -off- the phone, because I hate using it.. there are very few people that I can carry on a conversation with over the phone, and that take a great deal of effort on my part (and a great deal of the other person doing equal or more the talking)

I have this.. it's almost a phobia... of talking on the phone... and I actually know how that came about... when i was in grade six, a bunch of girls at a slumber party somehow got my phone number (probably in the phone book) and called me, and I was so excited, coz being a quiet loner, type, nobody ever called just to speak to me... so I took the phone, said hello.. And the horrid little girls took turns saying cruel things to me... I just sat there with this phone against my ear, tears rolling down my cheeks, until mum came, took the phone off me, and listened to what Melissa and her little cronies were sayimg to me... she said something along the lines of "have you really nothing better to do with your time? no, I guess not, that would requier having some thoughts to call your own" and pretty much hung up on them

Anyway, to this day, i'm loath to answer the phone, yet i feel compelled to do so, just in case there's an emergency like a loved one being in an accident or something (yeah, I know, I'm a worry wort) I have a very hard time even calling up utility to organise payment plans and stuff... I have to psych myself up to do it.. pretty much the same way someone without a phone hang-up would psych themself up to call someone they really liked for a date... isn't that ridiculous?

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*pets* That's not ridiculous at all.