Friday, August 25, 2006

Your Mama Only Charges Five

I've been missing in action lately, I know, but the new baby is eating my free time and her mother's milk in equal amounts. (If so inclined, see my other blog, Blowing & Drifting, and my wife's blog, Mama in Wonderland, for the domesticity.)

And but so, I laughed out loud at Defective Yeti's speculation as to how the informality of ATM interfaces will play out. Having spent an inordinate amount of time today and yesterday on the phone with various large organizations trying to handle the aftermath of Northfield's epic hailstorm, I can only foresee something similar with voice-mail systems. "Howdy. You've reached Xcel Energy. Hit 'uno' if you wanna report a blackout - the electrical kind, not the alcoholic kind!"