I deserve to don luxurious items. Don't we all?

Is that similar to donning one's gay apparel?

tommy, are your eyes any better, after the strain of the other day?

Yes, thank you. That was pretty much just half a day of eye weirdness.

I impulse-bought a Bluetooth dongle for my computers. Now I just have to figure out how to get it to talk to my Palm Zire....

they use texting a lot more than I do

What do you use when they'd be texting? Do you call, or do you e-mail?

I have a couple friends for whom texting is one of the primary methods of communication. Mostly I don't. It's very rare that I'm in a position to text when I'm not also in a position to e-mail. Cool thing about the Treo/Blackberry/etc people (of whom I'm not one) is that if they can receive a text message on their person, they can also receive e-mails. I likes me some e-mail. I can barely walk past one of my computers at home and not notice if anything's come in. And when I get bored and I'm out, I check it then too.

Man, I took a bunch of skin off my knuckles at cardio boxing yesterday. My form was mostly good, but I'm not used to punching plastic like that. Then I salved myself by using Batman bandaids, and evidently they didn't get enough air. The unbandaided knuckle looks a lot better than the other two. Gotta keep flexing and applying the Neosporin.

I like the word 'dongle.' It sounds naughty.

What do you use when they'd be texting? Do you call, or do you e-mail?

It varies. I get "I'm running late" texts, "what are you doing Saturday?" texts, "did you see XYZ?" texts, etc.

I think to me, a text message is most like a voicemail.

I text a lot - my friend who just moved to New York and I text each other with silly details of our lives that are happening RIGHT NOW, e.g. "I'm smoking a hookah!" and stuff like that. It's fun.

a text message is most like a voicemail

Me too. For me they're not so much conversating as informing or requesting information. Which is why I think of emails as more intimate in content--but agree with bon in that there's no such thing as a formal text message--it presupposes more on the relationship.

My cat woke me up at 8:00, meowing at full volume. I knew she wanted to be fed, but it was another eight hours until her feeding time. Now, usually on the weekends, she can convince me to move her feeding time up an hour or so just by being obnoxious, but I refused to move it up eight hours. By noon, however, she was being horrendous--knocking everything off of the coffee table, following at my heels every time I moved, harranging me at every turn to "Feeeeeed meeeeee!!!" So, finally, I gave up and did as my feline mistress commanded. She'll be the one to suffer tomorrow when she goes back on her evening feeding schedule, though.