#52: Attack of the Level Select

Vagabond on Oct. 2, 2006

I'm telling you, I'm starting to notice something about this “cell phone” fad.

And that fact is that people are completely unaware that the modern day phonebooth no longer comes with… well, a private booth.

I mean, forget that whole 1984-esque “Big Brother” vibe that all of us have been getting from this eve of technology. Instead of eating donuts and making deadpan comments about very brutal murders (Don't play dumb with me! I've seen their television shows!), they really just need to start walking around. I honestly can't tell you how many times I've been walking around, minding my own business, when the girl next to me is yakking on her phone how she drained the body of blood in her tub and cut the body in pieces so she could put it in her incinerator.

Or that she has herpes. So to a police officer, this clearly screams homicide and possible prostitution.



To me of course, it screams “single” and “knows how to do stuff.”