Can you patent a link? One company is trying.

It’s a slow and boring day, so I’m doing my normal keep-boredom-at-bay thing… finding new fanfic. Gorgous Smallville Slashfic at that. WhooHoo!

So I’m just sitting around last night… wasting time before I get up and do the dishes, and who should call? A telemarketer. Usually I just request to be put on the no call list and that’s that. But I was bored. In need of some amusement. So I decide to play along. The guy is trying to sell me a cell phone. HA HA! Buddy, you’ve just found the one person in North America who does not desire to be chained to some electronic item 24-7. So I explain that, as I am tethered to a phone, computer, and email program for eight hours a day five days a week, the *last* thing I want when I’m home is another way for the rest of the world to intrude on my quality quiet time.

So the hapless telemarketer guy sticks to the script in the face of my rejection, and brings up the notion of being stranded in my car and needing to call for help. Heh. Not only do I live in NJ, the land of highways, interstates, overly attentive state troopers, and payphones; but in seven years of road trips and spectacular auto breakdowns all over the northeast, I have *never* not been able to find a payphone when I needed one. And I have a handy dandy phone card so I need never be caught short of change.

Hapless telemarketer guy whimpers and runs away. Score one for me.

Sort of on that topic…. I really have had some amazing road trips. Maybe I should start writing about them.