I think with the teeny bluetooth headsets these days, it's getting more and more common to see people who look like they're talking to themselves.

Yes, I love to play the game "Headset or crazy person?" when I'm walking around the city. Though I realize the two aren't mutually exclusive...

One day, it dawned on me that it looked like I was just sitting in my car, having animated conversations, all by myself.

I have animated conversations with myself walking down the street all the time. I should get a bluetooth headset, just to look more sane. (I don't have a bluetooth phone, but nobody else has to know that...)

I am so out of it with regards to cell phone technology that my phone is still in black and white and I turned off the text and webservice, and when someone asked me if the loaner cars at work were bluetooth compatible, I looked dead at him and said, "That sounded like english, but I have no idea what you are talking about."

I then got a quick education on bluetooth technology and I still have no fucking clue what it does. It's voodoo, I'm convinced.

I then got a quick education on bluetooth technology and I still have no fucking clue what it does. It's voodoo, I'm convinced.

It's the first step into assimilating humankind into the Nokirollasson collective.

I actually do talk to myself from time to time (although I'm quite clear there's only me there...er...usually), maybe that's why I'm self-conscious about looking like I'm doing so.

If someone said, "I saw you having a big old conversation with yourself," I'd have to ask date and time, before I knew whether or not I was on the phone.

I then got a quick education on bluetooth technology and I still have no fucking clue what it does. It's voodoo, I'm convinced.

I always think of it as Gypsy Magic, I'm never sure whether it ought to be filed under: Parlor Tricks, Gypsy; or Big Mojo, Gypsy.

But, through thin air, you are able to send and receive all sorts of information, including sounds, images, and the written word. Tell me exactly why we shouldn't think it's magic. Tell me how it's not.

Seriously, I felt like Dana in Sports Night talking to the Quo Vadimus guy, "You invented something that makes big things small."

I think bluetooth headsets are cool, but they just looks a little too borg-ish for me to get one. Joe has a bluetooth thing that just clips to the visor in his car. I like that one a lot.

Especially with the baby, I only answer the phone when I want to talk to the person who's calling. Whenever people apologize for calling too early/late/whatever, I always tell them I wouldn't have answered if I didn't want to talk to them.

One thing about cell phones that makes people less confusing - every. single. time. I've been on the Metro here, someone has answered their phone and said, in Greek, "Hello? Yeah, I'm on the Metro. Bye."

People = pretty much the same everywhere.

Oh, Nicole! That first picture is just priceless!

The dog in a kilt? So cute. Sean Connery? Still sexy as all hell.

My shoulder is frelled again.

Well, crap. You only had, what, a week of no pain? Not enough.

Sometimes I like the phone and sometimes I don't. And I usually don't know what my mood will be until it rings.

They can "science" it up all they want, Aimée. We know the truth. If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's going to burn itself on a pyre of sweet smelling wood, and rise from the ashes, any minute, now.