2005sep17. Sometimes I lose track of old friends and it vexes me. So I start clawing through the evil zabasearch and various other directories and I find them after (say) six years of silence. “Hey, it’s me! Do you totally remember me? Remember ... the good times?” But prior to that it’s speaking to a lot of people who have the same name as my quarry. Usually, nothing of note happens, but this time, 2x goodness. One of the first calls, a guy answered and said “hello,” and then his parrot said “hello.” So wonderful. “Put the parrot on.” During another call, I had to explain to the guy that he wasn’t the person I was looking for. He paused and said “and you can tell over the phone?” “PUT THE PARROT BACK ON”
In other news, my printer now refuses to print Arial. “I like your style, printer.”