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Well, y'all have heard me rap at ya time and again about the many strange behaviors of my cellphone, and I'm sure at least everyone I know has gotten a call from my pocket because something hits a button or jiggles a switch and Mr. Phone decides to randomly call you and assail you with ten minutes of change jingling, cat meowing, or me singing along to the radio in the car.

But just now, the damn phone did something truly bizarre.

I was walking up to my front door, having just arrived back from work...when I heard faint voices coming from, it seemed, somewhere to the left of me--which isn't in itself bizarre, since the neighbors down below often keep their television on really loud and you can always hear it drifting up in whispers on the night breeze. But the voices were strange and almost electronic-sounding. And I was still hearing them whispering at just the edge of my hearing when I came inside....Suddenly, I realized that the weird mutterings were coming from my pocket. Oh, great, I reasoned, looks like my pocket's given someone a ring again. But no! I fished the phone out and its display was completely dark, not lit up as it would be were it in any way active. The voice spitting from it sounded a bit like the standard "Please check your number and dial again" synthvoice, so I supposed at first that the phone had just dialed a random number or something--but, like I said, the phone was dark...and then it hit me: the voice was extremely broken up and very, very tinny, as though a cheap old Speak n' Spell were trying to communicate with me over the world's worst connection.

The voice then abruptly stopped. At which point, I checked my call log to see if the phone had accidentally dialed someone with an answering machine, say....Nope. Neither I nor my phone had dialed anyone. Well, then...maybe someone had called and the phone had answered without ringing--a long shot, yes, but I wouldn't put anything past this plastic piece of dung. But my call log was empty.

Incidentally, my phone doesn't have a walkietalkie function or anything like that. So...what the hell does that leave me with? Martians calling me to warn me that the bombardment is soon to begin, so I'd best take shelter? The Devil playing a prank call? Or some AI setting up a worldwide telecomm hack?

WEIRDNESS!

Date: 2004-03-03 07:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raincrystal.livejournal.com
Oh, your pocket called me. That explains a lot, as I couldn't hear anything but static. XP

Date: 2004-03-03 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneirophrenia.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm sorry! That damn phone....I hope it didn't wake you or otherwise freak you out. My phone once left on my friend Ray's answering machine a 10-minute message that basically was nothing but scratchy sounds, snippets of distant radio noise, and some weird metal clanking that I *guess* were quarters in my pocket banging together. He said that it sounded as though Einsturzende Neubauten had called him. :)

If that was *your* voice coming from my phone, then, all mangled by static crackle...wow. That was really cool! I've got to figure out how to duplicate that effect then.

Date: 2004-03-03 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raincrystal.livejournal.com
That was definitely my voice with some really damn weird "special effect" filters. XP

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