MUDDY SHOELACES: Cell phone revolution covers woes of modern politics

I have slept so much better the last couple nights knowing BillClinton survived his quadruple bypass. However, because I don'tlike to fib, I have to admit that was sarcasm. I love sarcasm.Congratulations, Slick Willy, you get to find new places for yourcigar for a few more years.

I'm actually not very political. I plan to vote in November anddo some research on the candidates before then, but I'm not one tosport a John Kerry or G.W.B. button and persuade others to vote theway I think is best. Everybody should do their own research on thecandidates (local and national) and vote for whom they think willdo the best job. I don't declare myself in either party, though Ihave voted Democrat the last few elections. Maybe to save the agonyof decision in 2008, I'll just run for president and vote formyself.

Let's get to the random topic.

God bless the cell phone revolution. How much more entertainingcan life be when you're walking behind someone talking on a cellphone? You get to fill in the other half of the conversation, "Shedid it with who.....I can't believe she let her do that.....whenare they going.....I love my new shoes..." Obviously this would bea female on the end you hear.

But, it may be a guy on the other end, "Jenny made ice creamwith Jack......Jack.....her mom bought the milk for therecipe......I guess she didn't feel like going to thestore....Jenny and Jack have to go to class.....about an hour....Idon't care about your new shoes..."

This is a conversation I made up, but they really are thatrandom. Have you ever realized how hard it is to NOT find someoneon a cell phone between classes? It's more addictive to some peoplethan smoking. Smokers have to at least wait until they're out ofthe building before they light up. Cell phoners, however, get toflip that puppy open and start chatting less than a minute afterthe instructor says, "See you next time." Isn't there a surgery forremoving a phone from an ear?

Confession: I am a cell phoner. I'm a texter. My best friend andher boyfriend text more than they talk. If he calls her, she hardlyrecognizes his voice. OK, it isn't that extreme, but you get thepicture. My best friend and I text several times a day as well. Ifshe and her boyfriend are together and I send her a text, he says,"It's your other boyfriend." That would be a joke referencing myhomosexuality. But we all get along just fine.

Fortunately, being on the cell phone is not going to give youlung cancer. So, all you smokers need to quit and become texters.Or lollipopppers, or candy caners, or gum chewers, orknitters....

Write to Billie at

billiecol02@yahoo.com


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