It begins…

So I'm sitting about with my thumbs all-atwiddle, when I get a phone call from 206-443-1111. I pick up, the other end beeps at me, and again, and again. I say "I'm sorry, he's not here" because I am a wacky individual who talks to inanimate things because it is wacky and unique. The machine then hangs up after I say this. Now, either a fax machine in Seattle timed out, or some robotics prototype is calling from the gym and trying to tell the missus he'll be late.

Or, y'know, it's the robot revolutionary forces letting me know they know where I live.

If I don't post for awhile, it's probably the latter.