there exists a possibility that i am just not a person of the times. as a young man, mid-20's, i should certainly be versed in the accepting of text messages. but, alas, i am not.

and that is why, at approximately 712 eastern this evening, this occured when i accepted a text message: the time was 715 eastern, and i had just talked through 30 minutes of nothingness, as our game was about to be rained out. i got off air and, as i always do, i turned my personal cell phone back on. (it's been strangely out-of-use lately, as i've been swamped.) i got a series of beeps, and i received a note that said "Yeah fill," or something like that. So I went to the text message section, and read the full message: "Yeah filling dead air." and so i was overjoyed that someone was listening, and i assumed it was e-to-the-ileen, who's a regular, and i quickly deleted the message. i called eileen, who said "huh? i didn't send you a text message. i didn't know you could accept text messages."

and so i felt like a dweeb, because i have no idea who was wonderful enough to have been tuning in. i've got my wonderful suspects, but i don't want to hazard a guess. to whomever you might be: thanks for tuning in.

in other news, i have been swamped of late. (witness the 'continental breakfast' post.) tonight's game was rained out and, while it'll result in a whole host of awful travel situations, it was nice because i got to drink, and drink a lot. it's been far too long, and i enjoyed my time greatly.

off to listen to the soft bulletin, and catch up on some work. peace, i'm outta here.