Listening to the Voices in My Head

Good dear friend shadoutcarver used to get complaints from her local friends that she was always on line, and they got nothing but busy signals when they tried to call her. So, she got DSL. And guess what? Yup, no calls, other than this persistant person that seems to think her number is a fax, and kept calling over and over and over ad nauseum.

When she typed that in our irc chat with our other two friends, the imp whispered in my ear.

I picked up the phone, and dialed.  She typed F*CK in the channel, and I just started laughing and couldn't stop. "I'm not a fax" was my hello to her. That and gales of laughter.

Had nice conversation with her afterwards too. :)

Caffeine is my shepherd, I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures; it leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz; it leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for it's name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction, I will fear no Equal; for thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of Juan Valdez; thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the House of Maxwell forever.

AaaaaaaaaaaaMEN!