Pace on Earth

If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me

True Story.

The past few days I have been getting strange phone calls from the following number = 1-000-000-0000. My phone is currently f*ed up so when I open it to answer it often cuts off the call and I need to call the number back. When I call this one back it's just that nice lady telling me that "Your call can not be completed as dialed, please check the number and dial again". Lather, rinse, repeat; still no answer.

So, I'm stuck guessing who that strange number could belong to. I was kidding around on Thursday telling the roomies that "I would sell my soul" for tickets to the Habs-Leafs game in Montreal on St.Paddy's Day. So I thought maybe the Prince of Darkness was taking me up on the offer but it seems likely to me that he (or his minions) would be calling from the 666 area code. So my next best guess was that I was getting the call from God outlining his plans for me. That may still be the case but I would have assumed that he would have mentioned something about it to Normy, to whom he speaks regularly seeking advice on how to best cook turnip and be less vengeful. Big Fella, if you lost my chili recipe I can email it to you again. If you need advice on the immortal dating scene I might be a little out of my element. Either way, call me back, I want to talk to you about last weekend. It was just a moment of weakness and I wouldn't want it to keep me from the party. Talk soon.

Incidentally - the title of this post is a song from my idol Jimmy Buffett's 1985 album Last Mango in Paris. I mention this because a)it's one of the best song titles in music history (also in the top 10 is Buffett's classic The Weather Is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful) and b)because the album cover is absolutely priceless and c)because March is Moustache Month and JB's on that album is gold.

K, Happy Sunday

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 3:55 p.m.