Wednesday, November 24, 2004

It's me.

You hear it all the time, echoing in your voicemail. Maybe you do it too, unaware of the painfully unproductive nature of such an act.

I do not intend to offend. Only inform.

You check your voicemail. You have two new messages.

"Hey, Maure. It's me..."

It's me. What purpose does that statement serve? It's me.

Have you really thought about it? One may argue it's for voice recognition. But considering the entire message provides that exact function, the suggestion is invalid.

So why do people say that enigma of a phrase? I could tap into the human psyche, but you're already thinking I've spent too much time pondering such an insignificant subject.

I want to close with this suggestion. For identification sakes, please say, "Hey, Maure. It's (insert name here)." It's just more practical.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

It's-a-me! Mario!

whats-a-matta-you eh? got-a-no respect eh?
what-dya-think-ya do eh? why do you look-a so sad?
its-a-not so bad, its-a-nice-a place...ah shut-uppa-yo-face!

If you or anyone you know recognizes those famous song lyrics, contact George Malinoff on IM at Tarzan423.

Thank you for your cooperation.