Comments | cleolinda: Three stories

cleolinda

Three stories

Oct 27, 2009 14:50

So here's what happened with my phone: that last picture of the teacup, the one with the blueberry-colored New Moon Red tea in it, was taken 0.85 seconds before the phone slipped out of my hands and plunged directly into the cup. I let out a great shriek and whipped it out so fast that it was like the phone simply fell in and bounced out ("FIVE ( Read more... )

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michawhiplash October 27 2009, 20:36:06 UTC

I put the wrist strap from an old camera on my phone. May not be the most fashionable attachment, but it has saved me numerous times.

Glad to hear yours was unsuccessful in suicidal diving and you survived yet another TwiMerch's attempt.

lady_findel October 27 2009, 20:38:19 UTC

And I thought you had run out of bad luck... Though serving yourself 'Bella'-tea is inviting bad luck in with a sign saying: "This way to experience Murphy's Law!"

omega_f October 27 2009, 20:42:19 UTC

Maybe the receptionist thought you were like a teenager or something? Maybe she had a bad experience herself? Maybe its like foot-mouth disorder and he was a rehabilitated doll fiddler?

morganwolf October 27 2009, 20:59:12 UTC

Apropos of your icon, our new ferret is constantly dooking and I think it's the most hilarious thing ever.

keeta October 27 2009, 20:55:25 UTC

I feel your pain with the iPhone. About a year and a half ago, I left my phone overnight in an ice storm. It not only was soaked, but was literally frozen. Fortunately, it dried out over a couple days, and still works just fine today when I don't leave my charger 200 miles away! Hooray.

So... there is hope? Unless the tea that attacked your phone had some kind of iPhone poison in it. That would suck.

morganwolf October 27 2009, 20:56:13 UTC

It's possible the receptionist felt compelled to reassure your mother because once you spotted the handlebar mustache, your fear would be that the next moment he'd be twirling it nefariously and tying you to the train tracks or something.

At least, every time I see a fantastic mustache I like to assume nefarious twirling and train track-tying will be involved. A girl can hope.

sushixpack October 28 2009, 01:09:51 UTC

I just laughed at the "twirling it nefariously" quite a bit :)

elbales October 28 2009, 02:19:56 UTC

Holy crap, icon love.