Monday, September 24, 2007

Makin' Whoopi

I was curled up in bed, thinking about going to sleep while playing around on YouTube via Jack's laptop. Suddenly, Jack appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, a concerned look on his face.

"The computer contacted me telepathically," he said.

"Um, what?"

"The computer contacted me telepathically and asked me to come rescue it from you watching the musical numbers from Sister Act 2 over and over and over."

Then he took the laptop away.

Color me suspicious, but I don't think that was really the computer talking.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Three's Company Too (ba-dum, ba-dum dum)

So yesterday was my birthday. (Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm 32, nothing cool happens at 32). My parents took Jack and me out for a lovely dinner. When we returned home, Jack checked the voicemail and announced, "Hey, Mike called to say Happy Birthday."

"Cool," I said. "I'll call him back tomorrow." And then I went to bed.

When I got home from work today, I went through the Caller ID to find Mike's number. The number that came up as "Unknown" didn't look like his, but I figured he got a new cell phone or something. I dialed, and someone who sounded just like Mike answered:


"Hello! I saw you called."

"Oh, hey, yeah! Did you get my message?"

"Jack got it, but thanks!"

"You're welcome! Did you have good birthday?"

"Yes, I did!"

And so the conversation went. Until suddenly, I thought, "Hey, wait a second, this isn't Mike..."

Turns out Mike and the illustrious Red Delicious sound exactly the same over the phone. We chatted for a good five minutes before I figured out who I was talking to.

And good thing I realized what I did when I did. Otherwise, I might have unknowingly made a comment about how, many years ago, Mike and I had a lot of sex.

Which would have made Red Delicious start to worry about all those times in college I made him give me back rubs.

Yeah, that would've been awkward. Good thing it's all cleared up now.