Phone Spam 0

One of the joys of working out of my home is being able to see the incoming phone calls. Caller ID is your friend.

(I’m trying to remember the last time I got a real phone call on my land line. Oh, yeah, the church secretary called me today. She doesn’t have my cell phone number. And Second Son called this weekend, because you can’t make collect calls to cell phones, but that’s about the crop for July.)

I’m not getting phone calls or mail any more trying to sell me a mortgage. And the one-half of my mail that used to come from Ameriquest has disappeared.

Actually, it looks like Ameriquest is on the way to disappearing too. No great lost.

Now, it’s mainly “Eric,” trying to sell me satellite television, with a free digital recorder thrown in.

Life’s too short to spend it recording television shows, at least since Hogan’s Heroes went off the air.

I’m quite happy with my cable provider (unlike many of their customers, I know, but I think they give me value for my dollar) and the cable internet connection that never drops (of course, I don’t have any premium channels–you don’t need them to watch Law and Order reruns), and, frankly, if I never hear from Eric again, it will be too soon. But I know he’ll be calling me tomorrow. . . .