Dear All The People That I Know That Have My Cell Phone Number,

Please stop sending me photo texts and asking if I got them. I don't actually *have* a texting plan, so there really is no telling where those pix go. I think the pixels may actually end up in some distant picture-purgatory where they are partying with retired 8-bit characters.

Maybe in the future I will find my way to a phone that can play like that, but for now, it's Desktop, iPod, and the Verizon Dinosaur phone for me (but it's purple!!). This phone is from before 2007, with the cheapest plan you could imagine - so cheap, they don't even offer it anymore; so ancient, it confuses the guys at the Verizon store.

I only text when I'm at DragonCon, because you can't hear a freakin' thing there, and it's the only way to locate my other freaky friends who like to do the same freaky stuff I do. And even then, I pay an extra chunk of change for that special texting privilege. But it's so worth it.

So until my life changes to where it becomes worth it to shell out more bucks for more phone plan, please just Facebook me. Or email me.

Thank you, this has been a Public Service Announcement.