As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
It has come to my attention that cell phones are interesting NSA creatures as yesterday, TL's phone turned the camera on three times by itself. That though is not the focus of this discertation.
The focus is on the idea that if people put cell phones into their pockets and sit down, that they depress last number dialed. This was the case in TL's superior yesterday phoning TL twice with no one on the other end but an ass cheek.
This took place that evening also in the phone rang and TL mentioned, perhaps that is another booty call, and sure enough it was, as the boss' booty was very polite in it left a five minute message on the phone.
In studying people, I am fascinated as.......well the boss is a foreigner and appears to be even more nice at home than in person, and is nice in person. Before it was deleted, the phone was recording various garbled things of joy and pleasure, which could have been sex or playful whatever. The point being God always mentions about not listening at door posts as the servants will be talking about you, so I wonder how many people out there are phoning each other and leaving lengthy messages worse than Twitter or Facebook, revealing to the world who they really are, and not just to the NSA.
I presume as most people are not exhibitionists they would be aghast in men, and especially women, in knowing there was a 5 minute interlude of their lives stuck on some server that your family, friends or coworkers have recieved.
I know I walked in on my sister giving my bro in law hell one time, and those idiots a few times have forgotten to hang up the phone in leaving messages or dialing the wrong number and leaving messages, so one wonders what form of dimentia they suffer from in their pharm pills scrambling their brains, which is all embarassing, so this is happening all the time.
NIA used to run satellites over girls who laid out daily to sunbathe, so you know at NSA there are pervs who find hot women and men, light up the cell phone to monitor them, and pattern when they have sex, after downloading all their selfies porn on the phone.........and you know some anal chic has a charger on her phone that sits the phone up by the bed, so she can see it as it charges.........as phones are clocks and alarms now, so who needs Ron Howard making a movie, when the hot chic is doing the directing already.
I was listening to an idiot yesterday with great pride stating that during the world cup, he was off the grid for 2 hours, and having his phone off, that he almost called his daughters and told them the neighbor's phone in case something happened........like a nuclear bomb went off.
The big question was how long someone could go without being exposed to the grid in desiring it. I know that most idiots do not know that in having cell phones, most people can not get in touch with you any way, as that number is not in a phone book. So people are already isolated. I also know that only 3 people have my cell number in TL, Mom and my brother. My primary email TL has and my cousin has. Work mail donors have, especially the stalkers who donate 5 bucks thinking they will find out my name is Catherine Limbaugh at Palm Beach Florida.
I do not know why people can not believe I am a popular girl named La'me Kipling Cherry as that is what all my suitors know in various intelligence networks.
The long point is, except for God posts, ministering to someone in need of comfort, looking up apple stuff, ordering something I can not get locally or downloading a free e book library, I do not give the grid a thought any more than sodomites. My big plan for my cell phone was to be dropped off somewhere in the wilds and then hunt, fish or trap my way out, and then phone for a ride to come pick me up.
TL's cell phone is like the bridge of a Triple 7. I am a good monkey in I can turn the phone on and off. I can make a call providing past calls come up and I can tether as I know the rat in the maze things to push. My cell is more retardo and I can manage it, but all I do with it is turn it on, hit send and call TL or Mom.
Providing I had TL, knew Mom was fine, had critters, a few guns to wonder over, a good hoe, a boat and our home away from the mob, I would not miss the internet or phone. The fact is before TL, I never talked on the phone and after the internet experience, I have about as much contact there as I do in private life.
If you could see me as the NSA does in their eye in the sky, you would see me crouched on the deck several times a day just studying the plants here, as their frequency gives me peace. Plants are better than dogs, cats and horses as they just sponge emotions and cleanse one. A plant is just a sedate hum when it is behaving outside. Inside they seem to screech a great deal in being terrified of the prison they are in.
Yes another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter in flora. At least all outside are a bit sedate except that suspect Mulberry I pulled out of a crack this morning in the neighbor's walk.......that thing looks like a gut shot Englishman being treated with tea to septic his innards.
As we have delved and digressed into important matters and away from how many people are broadcasting in mistake phone calls all of their intimate matters, it is about time to put on my shorts from these hot pants and do some laundry.
Forgive me Father for I confess I have transgressed.........
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