another misAdventure

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Call from Myself

I got a call from myself yesterday. I was home, having left work early to go to a doctor's appointment (well, nurse practitioner). I had a lab session scheduled for the evening, so I just decided to run it from home.

About 4:45pm, I got a call from myself. Well, from my office phone, according to the caller ID. I figured someone came to my office, didn't find me but needed something as an emergency, and happened to note the "Home" listing on the speed dial button of my phone. Very odd, especially that someone would have something so urgent, but I've done stuff like that before.

When I picked up the phone, there was no one on the other end.

Then I figured out what happened.

OK, a bit more background, and you'll have it figured out before I actually say what happened. I've got a lot of toys and other stuff on the shelves around my office. Happy Meal toys, action figues, some plush toys. Most of them are comic related or animation. In particular, I have a set of Legion of Super-Heroes action figures on the shelf over the left side of my desk. All the Legion figures that DC Direct has released, plus the Silver-Age Superboy and Supergirl figures (plus Krypto and Streaky for good measure). The Supergirl figure is just a little wobbly, though -- her ankles move just a bit too easily. I'd taken care of that for a while by having Streaky leaning up against her shin. That stabilized her a bit, and that's what cats do anyway.

You've figured it out by now -- Supergirl got shaken a bit much and took a dive into the speed dial button on my phone. Sure enough, that's where I found her this morning.

So now, I've swapped Supergirl and Superboy in the display, so if she decided to fall over again, it'll be either just flat onto the shelf or away from the phone.

3 Comments:

  • She wants you.

    By Blogger The Narf, at 2/09/2006 10:18 PM  

  • I'm just imagining this conversation with Ellen . . .

    "Who was on the phone?"

    "Supergirl."

    No, really -- Supergirl."

    (Pause.)

    "You're telling me Kara Zor-El was on the phone."

    "Yep."

    (Pause. . . )

    "What did she want?"

    "Well, Narf says she wants me."

    "I am SO going to kick your ass when I get in the Living Room!"

    (Flurry of magazines in the air).

    ~~JD~~

    By Blogger John D. Long, at 2/23/2006 5:38 AM  

  • j.d.--

    Actually, the conversation went more like this:

    "Did someone go into your office at work and call you from there?"

    "Well, there no one said anything. I think my Supergirl figure fell off the shelf onto the phone."

    Laughter--because I've been to his office and seen the tabernacle of toys all over the place--and I'm imagining the Supergirl figure jumping off the shelf in a suicidal gesture and landing on the phone!

    By Blogger Nurse Penguinladi, at 2/25/2006 9:44 PM  

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