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My cel phone died at work today--apparently dead to the world. I was suddenly isolated from the rest of the cosmos. I couldn't call Cingular to tell them my phone didn't work, because my phone didn't work! I couldn't call James to ask him to call Cingular, since we're on the same plan, because my phone didn't work!

I've been trying so hard to be independant, and man, shit keeps breaking right and left. Car. Computer. Car again. Computer again. Of course the phone would go. Every time something breaks, I wind up having to call someone--usually James--to fix it, and although I work very hard to stay positive and try not to believe that The Universe Is Trying To Bitch Slap Me, it's starting to strain even my inherent optimism.

So I call James on the phone from work, and he says to come over after work, he'll see if he can fix it, and if not, all the paperwork for our cel plan is there. Great, sez I. I hang up.

The perky goth chick who works the register--and who makes me feel older than Methusalah--says "Hang on," takes my cel phone, pries it open with black nails, yanks the battery out and does something arcane that looks a lot like slapping it against her palm a few times and blowing on it. After this peculiar CPR, she pops it back in and hands it to me. The phone promptly comes on. Holy crap. Saved by the perky goth chick!

I call James back to inform him that I am saved, and he invites me to dinner anyway. So that worked out.

Well, for everybody but Ben. Even though I got back at the reasonable hour of 10:30 pm, Ben did what my buddy Kathy described as his "You were out with that boy again, weren't you?" routine, which is why I'm covered in tabby hairs, my chin itches and smells faintly of fish breath, and there are several claw holes in my shirt.

Also, a sixteen pound cat that drapes himself over your shoulder can and will reach down, and in the course of kneading, snap your bra. I don't know quite how to feel about that.


Did you ever see that kids sitcom called "Sabrina, the Teenaged witch"?
there is a cat named salem in it (well he's actually a wizard being punished by being turned into a cat)... anyhoo he's a bit of a ladiesman.

Ben sounds alot like Salem ... I'd watch that bra thing... LOL

this comment made me chuckle. out loud, even. i did not know before that moment that nineteen-year-old girls could chuckle.

never underestimate the powers of a perky goth chick. they have mad skills.

ah, james should come over and bribe the ben... sardines!

Knew a horse once (yes, I've known lots of horses. No, not ALL of my stories involve them) that liked to untie knots.
Leaned over and untied his owner's girlfriends bikini top when they were standing near him...

I'm intrigued. At first it was hard for me to imagine a horse doing such a thing and then I realized he probably didn't use his hooves, but his lips.

I am vaguely remembering this, so I may be wrong, but I think that fiddling with your battery like that can bring it back for a while, but it'll probably go out again before too long. (Or it may just be that there was dust or something on the contact.) Probably worth taking it in somewhere and getting it looked at.

Ben's just making sure you know whose woman you really are.

My cats like to paw at our butts if we sit long enough, as our chairs are open around that area. Some are big enough to reach us while standing.

Haven't heard of anyone snapping bras, though. That's funny.

So Shadow isn't the only butt obsessed cat in the world, that's good to know.

*thinks that "stop grabbing my butt!" has the be the oddest thing she's ever shouted at a cat*

The perky goth chick who works the register--and who makes me feel older than Methusalah--says "Hang on," takes my cel phone, pries it open with black nails, yanks the battery out and does something arcane that looks a lot like slapping it against her palm a few times and blowing on it. After this peculiar CPR, she pops it back in and hands it to me. The phone promptly comes on.

That's pretty much exactly what she did - pop the battery, reseat the SIM card if you've got one, make sure the battery contacts are clean, put it back in, and bam, you're fixed.

Perky goths are the best kind. ^^

She used perky goth chick super powers.

Sometimes my old phone would "freeze" and taking the battery out, waiting a while for it to "cool" (as the tech guys at Verizon described it) then putting it back in worked. It's like a phone reboot.

But it got to be such a pain, I went and got a new one.

...somehow I'm envisioning you being saved by Death from Sandman...

-snakeonaplane

Glad I'm not the only one picturing that!

I'd recommend getting a can of contact cleaner and spray it on both the battery and the phone contacts. But it never hurts to get a new battery, either.

;)

Also, a sixteen pound cat that drapes himself over your shoulder can and will reach down, and in the course of kneading, snap your bra. I don't know quite how to feel about that.

May I metaquote that? It just cracked me up.

My battery died a while ago, but it responded to the strange freezer treatment - take out battery, put in freezer overnight, let thaw completely before sticking back in.

No one is ever completely independent. I tell you this as a woman who lived on her own for 9 years before marrying, and who is now living without male company again (female flat mate, though). I had a friend over to fix my computer last Friday, for example, and while it bugs me I can't do it myself, I'm not a computer tech, and he is. The important thing is that the help is traded - he gets a dinner and sometimes help with things I'm good at.

I'll have to try the freezer treatment on my phone battery. It's dead, and I thought I'd have to buy a new one. I know this was meant for Ursulav, but thank you for the tip anyway!

For some reason it just occurred to me just how large that cat is. I once had a 16 pound dog, and she came nearly to my knees. Now, granted, most dogs are taller than cats, but DAYUM that's a big cat.

Also, when you're away from home, do you leave the tv or a radio on for him? You might be able to lighten his- er... glomming sessions, if you leave something on during the day, so he isn't so anxious about being alone.

I leave NPR on for him, but for all I know, that may just add to his anxiety. (God knows, some days it adds to mine...)

In my opinion, cell phones are evul. Some mastermind's at work here making us helpless without its devious machined.