I recently bid on another Matrix phone on eBay. I didn’t win the auction. I guess I lucked out that I got my phone at cost because they are reselling for $800 to $900 now. I’ve received my first ever spams from other eBay users as a result. They must be thinking it’s O.K. to solicit me to buy something outside the eBay system since I was interested in this phone. Wrong. I’ve reported every one of them. Some people, man. If the price is high you can always buy a dummy version of the phone from Samsung that has no components inside, but I’m not sure what the attraction is. ”Look at my cool non-functional phone!” Loser! I’ll bet most people who got the real phone keep them sealed. I use mine. A lot. It is set to ring like the hard-line analog telephones from the movie. Once I was standing in the elevator holding my groceries when it started to ring. Other people in the elevator were startled to hear it. I told them not to worry — the answering machine in my shoe would get it.
Did my first upper body workout yesterday. Very sore today. I’m working on de-scrawning the physique. Getting a Spider-Man body is the final goal. I will not be crawling up the sides of buildings to prepare, however. Making out with Kirsten Dunst in the rain, however, works for me.
To make things more interesting, I recently got a short summer haircut and have been spiking up my hair. Right after I did it Spike Lee threatened to sue me for misusing his name. What’s his freakin’ deal?
On Monday I received a very weird message from some dude pissed off that I had mentioned Anne Murray’s name in a less than positive tone. He had been reading entries I’d posted in 2001, but that didn’t matter to this joker. He called me a freak, told me to leave ”Annie” alone, and then threatened me with more taunts of freak and that my whole web site sucked. Riiiight. So, I wrote his ISP, forwarded them his messages with full headers, and let them know this guy was harassing me and had violated their End User Agreement. So, a word to the wise, to eBay spammers, and to people with nothing better to do than defend Anne Murray — don’t F with the Super Genius.
