Random Tuesday

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The other day I was going through a free press magazine that always has a dedicated section on pets to adopt. It’s been a year since our beloved dog / dillusional-dog-person passed away and that void has remained incurably empty. Sure, she was irreplaceable but a new pet dog would surely help heal that wound, no?

I believed as much about 8 months ago when I was confessing this to my best bud; delirious at the prospect of finding a solution to this emptiness I thought it a good idea to venture off to our nearest dog shelter to have a quick browse. Yes, you see, in my head I had distanced myself from the situation so clinically that I was convinced I would not be affected by the wagging tails, the wails of begging, those puppy eyes. If you’ve ever had a dog, you know that this is quite simply an impossible feat. I fell in love with half the dogs at the kennel and when I left the place, I couldn’t stop thinking about one in  particular that I connected with. This was on a Friday afternoon, so in my instant decisiveness I spilled the whole deal to my boyfriend and pleadingly urged him to at least do me the favor and succumb to paying a visit to the shelter. Never having a pet dog before, my boyfriend couldn’t really see what the fuss was about. Of course, in my complete girly naivety I was certain that his heart would also melt upon entering the shelter. So convinced was I with this, that when I went shopping on Saturday afternoon, I bought a dog leash on a whim — after all how would we take our new pet dog on a walk Sunday evening after we had brought it home?

All of these were quite definitively in my head, because as soon as we got there, we played with a a few puppies and while I was bonding with the dog I would live the next 12 years of my life with (at least), my boyfriend was mostly humoring me. We left the place empty-handed. I still don’t know what to do with the red leather dog leash. You see, one can always keep hoping.

Recently I stumbled onto the freakishly hilarious textfromdog blog and I feel like I’m reliving moments with my old dog as I read those hilarious text messages. Dog lovers everywhere, this blog nails the whole frazzling experience. It makes me feel less pathetic about owning a dog leash, but no dog.

Anyway I leave you with some of my favorites. Have a random day!

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My cellphone beeps quietly when an incoming message comes through. It’s so discreet that I often don’t even hear it, much to my relief, to be honest with you. On the rare occasions that I don’t have the radio playing in my car — I find it hard to resist the daily crap that local stations broadcastreligiously — I may catch the end of my jazzy ringtone (key word: rare). Sure, I have, at times, stupidly rummaged through my bag while driving in an attempt to pick up on time, for once. But since my bad hearing goes hand-in-hand with my clumsiness, I thought it prudent to invest in a set of headphones.

On the up side of this, I’m more alert to incoming calls whilst driving. On the downside, I’m also aware of incoming text messages, which I occasionally read at red lights. Recently, I’ve been getting quite a number of messages, all of them from sources unknown to me. Mercedes texts me on a regular basis, Audi R8 has added me as a contact recently, NRG is a devoted spammer, BMW X5 ditto. Can someone please tell me what ever happened to privacy? I don’t even know how or when these companies acquired my number, but surely there must be a breach of privacy here? Whenever I sign up for something, I always make it a point to tick the box that says Do not spam me or so help you God! So what gives spammers?

A reasonable person might point me to a simple solution: these spammers are not really offending anyone since they offer a toll-free number at the bottom of every text message that allows you to be taken off the illegitimate list of cell numbers. Sure, I’ve noticed it! It’s a toll-free number that is always busy. In fact, I’m even questioning its validity because I’ve tried to call it every single time I get another chance to enter a mega-competition-or-else. It’s just useless.

If companies are not respecting individual right to privacy, or even offering the chance to defend my right by ticking the much-coveted box, why isn’t there a no-call / no-text registry in Cyprus? If I get one more spam message in the middle of the night, I think I’m going to give up on my cellphone altogether. Or life.