Yep, its almost time to have another go at the base stupidity of my family again. Today, its telephone messages.

First of all, an update on updates. The hard drive is totally and utterly sodded up; thanks to everone on Black Orc and Fully Ramblomatic who told me as such. However, the data on the hard drive is salvagable, but it'll take a few days, or maybe a few more hours on top of what it's had. Either way, a bit late for my Media Studies essay. Can you spell "bunk a day"?

Also, I've bitten the bullet and created a Cafepress store. All we have right now is T-shirts, caps and underweap, but its got Henry Skull on it, and lots of rampant blog-plugging. Its better than that Adidas crap any day.

And last of all (you all really just want to laugh at my brother), I'm thinking of supplementing my written missives with a webcomic. Well, I've been thinking about it as long as I've been thinking about making a blog, but I've now got a cast of characters, a few ideas, and I know where to host it. Expect it within the next few weeks.

But, the update now. So, telephones.

Nowadays, I can be quite easily contacted by MSN, e-mail, text, or simply by phoning my mobile. I am your typical Gen-X kid in the communication stakes. Generally, therefore, I do not need to be conacted by home phone. Sometimes, however, important calls, random stoners and paper round bosses force such things onto me. Back in the old days, before such nifty devices came along, tales abounded about how my family answered the phone, and these were frequently passed onto me. At my expense. Hey, its not my fault my family are mad!

So, Big Brother...

(Note: each "..." represents a pause of about three seconds)

Ring ring, ring ring, pick up.

...

BB: "Hello?"

Caller: Hello, [brother]?

...

"Yes?"

Is [Chyld] there?

...

"Yes."

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[Brother]?

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"Yes?"

Can you get him?

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"...OH! RIGHT! Just a second..."

This already long and pointless updae doesn't end there! Oh no! There's still time to cover my darling mother hollering up the stairs...

Ring ring, ring ring, pick up.

Mum: "Hello?"

Caller: Hi, can I speak to [Chyld] please?

"Just a mo..."

"AAAANNN-DROOOOOOOO! AAAANNN-DROOOOOOOO!"

(once the local glass has finished shattering, and the dogs have finished howling, I take the shattered remains of the phone, and conversation ensures)

That's quite enough twaddle for one day. Buy a T-shirt right now! Or buy me a hard drive...