Current mood:

confused

Are you really supposed to use the phone unsupervised?
I just had a phonecall from a gentleman who I strongly suspect was quite mad.

The actual content of the call was effectively: "Is so-and-so there? No? I'll send him an email, then." And yet somehow it went on a risibly long time.

I suspect it was a long time, because over the course of it, my screensaver appeared.

The fellow rambled on in lengthy, unbroken sentences so garbled I could only pick out the odd word. He did pause sometimes to laugh at something he had said that he had found particularly amusing. The occasional "mm" on my part was sufficient fuel to keep him going, and when I made the mistake of asking his name I got his full career history.

I think he's on his own in the office a lot. He must be lonely. Someone should buy him a mirror.

In other news, happy birthday, Freddie! And to your great glory, I offer two shiny new subtitled episodes of Mononoke.