An anonymous soul was on the phone with me earlier this week. He was using two computers at once. I told him he should wear a helmet to protect his brain. What follows is my end of the phone conversation.

What, no helmet? Foil! You have foil right? You do? GREAT! DO IT! No, DO IT NOW. No, DO IT NOW. Oh my, you’re doing it? I hear you, you’re doing it! That’s great. Now take a picture. No. No, do it now. DO IT NOW. DO IT, DO IT NOW. Take a picture. Why not? No, I won’t post a picture on myspace. (This isn’t myspace!) I promise you won’t see it on myspace. DO IT.

He did it. Took him a lot of talent to take this picture. He only has a camera phone AND he managed to make it an anonymous picture. :) Try taking a picture of the back of your head with your camera phone… No really. Do it. Do it now.

Thank goodness I’m not a drug pusher.

I had the below email in my inbox just now.

from Brother 9:22 am (1 hour ago)
to Linda date Sep 13, 2007 9:22 AM
subject HIIIII!!!!!!
mailed-by gmail.com

My history class ended early and i was making way to welch where my next class would be. I was also listening to my ipod the entire time. I had to pee so i walked downstairs cuz i imagine it wouldnt be as crowded. I walked in and decided to use the handicapped stall cuz the other ones were used. I kicked the seat up pissed and when done i flushed it with my foot. And backed out cuz my back pack was too big for me to turn around. Then right when i was out, this handicapped guy was in a wheel chair and waiting for me. He was kind of spooky, he had long hair and big glasses. It scared me shitless. Instead of saying “AHHH!!11!11″….i said “HI!!11!!!!!!”. But i think i said it in a high pitched voice. I cant say for sure because i had my ipod on and so i couldnt hear myself. Imagine a stereotypical girly scream and replace that scream with the word “hi”. Im pretty sure thats how it went down. So right now theres an old guy in a wheel chair and another stranger who was pooping in the other stall who heard a high pitched “hi”…

My thoughts are, my brother sometimes cracks me up with his kooky humor and why is the handicap stall so small that you cannot turn around comfortably with a backpack?