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[tanaise]

I love getting to hang out with people who get my jokes, who make jokes in turn, who love to laugh. It was like being with my family, where the truth is important, but a good story is appreciated. I didn't get to spend time with everyone I wanted to, but those I did spend time with, I don't regret the time at all. I had such a fabulous time over all.

I was going to text a friend and say I'd spent all weekend with smart funny guys, and that made me really miss him. But I realied that it could be read as "man, do I ever miss stupid boys," which wasn't my intent at all. Though he's pretty good at not believing I'm pure evil, so he might have understood anyway. (I'm still working on the balance of instinct and manners, of overthinking vs not thinking enough.)

I did get lots of southern accents, a number of them even NC. Not exactly the right ones, and no one called me m'dear, but if life were perfect--well, I'm sure there'd be some sort of reason it would be bad.

Two people told me I should be writing more. One demanded to know why I stopped, and I couldn't really answer it. I usually say I ran out of ideas, but that's not exactly true. i did run out of good ideas, though, or maybe I just got pickier about what makes a good idea, which more likely. I want to write, but I've forgotten how to do it exactly. I've gotten out of the habit, and I built other habits to take the place of them, many of which involve socialization, which isn't really compatible with writing--especially since I'd lilke to continue socializing even more in the future. I think it will just take practice and ritual and a coffeeshop nearer to the house with normal hours. So I want to work on that really, but you need to be patient when I forget and otherwise screw up. Oh, and lots of picture game. Work should slow down in two weeks, and hopefully independent thought, not linked to online assesment will return...


In unrelated news, I'm forced, by the number of British novels that use missed/mistaken phone calls as a pivotal plot point, to believe that European phones don't have caller id standard.

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[teapot-farm.livejournal.com]

In unrelated news, I'm forced, by the number of British novels that use missed/mistaken phone calls as a pivotal plot point, to believe that European phones don't have caller id standard.

And in that, you would be correct. We have 3 phone extensions in the house (we could probably justify this but we'd have to try pretty hard) and only one, the very newest one, has a screen for callerID. The service is available on British Telecom but not on NTL, thier largest competitor (at least, it wasn't 5 years ago when I last tried); and even with BT, you have to actively tell them to switch it on for you.

See how useful chick lit can be!

[tanaise.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but these are mobiles, not house phones, and our mobiles all show the number of the person that called (or the name if they're in your address book).

[teapot-farm.livejournal.com]

Oh, well then... our mobile phones are the same as yours for that. Apparently it's just authors being lazy.

[hobbitblue.livejournal.com]

British phones can have caller ID but its still not common, mum's handset downstairs does, don't think our others in the house do, though what you find in the latest books and tv things is the character immediately calling 1571 (which is the "last number called to this phone" service) and getting the recorded voice saying "the caller witheld their number" which is nice, for ages it was the obvious thing to do and even the police never did it, silly writers.

*reads other comments*

Mobiles all show the number, unless you set it to be blocked from your end when calling someone else, in which case it just says "unrecognised" or soemthing on the screen.