Apparently my cell phone (which, oddly enough, remains nameless although I've bestowed upon all my other electronic gadgeties names, meaningful or not...) hates my good buddy Dave.

Yes, I blame my cell phone for all the times it has gone silent or turned off when he was in some sort of need. The latest incident, of which an enthralling account can be consumed here, happened yesterday while my cell phone inexplicably turned itself off the whole night without my noticing. I turned it on this morning to see the main screen and go "Whew, no one tried to call me yesterday, good!" At any rate, I don't see how much I could have helped him when he has so many other buddies that would have given him the needed directions to the hospital. But I sort of felt that either someone or me should have been there to keep him company for all those hours waiting. Or maybe it's just wimpy me who wouldn't be able to stand waiting that long in a strange place and in pain...

Anyhoo, just to make this complete, my cell phone was on silent the night Dave tried to get into my building for the potluck party. I have no idea how long he waited after trying to call me three times and how long he took to actually find out which apt I was in. Maybe he should have just thrown his blender at my living room windows...

And for another reason, he was unable to reach me when he was stranded outside in the cold dark night near a shady area of Berkeley with all his worldy belongings dumped next to him on the sidewalk.

Yeah, just to reiterate, it's not like I can ever help him that much, but I'm just saying, it's not my fault that he can't ever reach me when he needs to, blame it on the cell phone that wants all my friends to dislike me in the long run.

Oh, and: Get better soon Dave, jumpnoroping is not a sport! =P