Voicemail from dad.
When I'm at work, on the bus, and about town, people stop me all the time to ask me one question: "Dude, why are you so weird?"
I've got a good answer for that. This is my source, my floating air biscuit of weird, if you will:
Yes, he wears his hat like that all the time. One night Melba asked him why; he said: "Because my little Jap doctor told me to keep my head warm." Oi vey.
My dad has recently discovered this newfangled hula hoop called voicemail. He loves to leave me weird little cryptic messages, and for some reason he thinks he needs to shout to be recorded. Here's a good example of a message I got yesterday (volume warning):
Then, 30 seconds later, another fragment of the puzzle:
From the messages, you'd think he was answering a question I'd left on his voicemail. You'd be wrong. My message to him was "Hey, I have a surprise for you. Give me a call." I had to call him back to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
Tonight, I got two messages:
And then exactly THREE minutes later:
WTF!? He gives me three minutes to return his call. And I don't even want to know what a "hunyucker" is.
I've got a good answer for that. This is my source, my floating air biscuit of weird, if you will:
Yes, he wears his hat like that all the time. One night Melba asked him why; he said: "Because my little Jap doctor told me to keep my head warm." Oi vey. My dad has recently discovered this newfangled hula hoop called voicemail. He loves to leave me weird little cryptic messages, and for some reason he thinks he needs to shout to be recorded. Here's a good example of a message I got yesterday (volume warning):
Then, 30 seconds later, another fragment of the puzzle:
From the messages, you'd think he was answering a question I'd left on his voicemail. You'd be wrong. My message to him was "Hey, I have a surprise for you. Give me a call." I had to call him back to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
Tonight, I got two messages:
And then exactly THREE minutes later:
WTF!? He gives me three minutes to return his call. And I don't even want to know what a "hunyucker" is.
Labels: dad
posted by steve at 8:41 PM
12 Comments:
When you find out what a hunyucker is you have to let us know.
TOO FUNNY!
What a character. I love your "dad" stories.
Hunyucker. Hmm. No idea what it is, but I think I'll start using it.
Um, does dad drink? Man, I had to listen to that third message three times before I realized that he wanted you to call him at Nancy's, and not that he wanted you to call him "a Nancy." Heh.
These are hilarious for so many reasons. First, I love the MN accent. Also, how did you get your voice mails into that nice little audio link on your blog--you must tell me. Being the internet research nerd that I am, I googled hunyucker and could come up with only one--yes, ONE--other use of it on the "internets." Here's a link:
http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:2Wbn31eoxM4J:www.sonikku.com/forums/lofiversion/index.php/t51799.html+hunyucker&hl=en&gl=us&ct=clnk&cd=1&client=firefox-a
(no definition)
I also like how he identifies himself in the last voice mail, as if there could possibly be any doubt in your mind about who was calling.
Cute!
tog: Dad does *not* drink. I can't even IMAGINE how freakish he'd be if he did.
lisa: I googled it too, and found that link that doesn't really give away much. As for the audio, there is a service that calls my voicemail every so often and turns messages into MP3 files that it then sends me in an email (http://www.gotvoice.com). Then, I found this link that puts the little player on your page that you can link to an MP3 file: (http://googlesystem.blogspot.com/2006/07/embed-mp3-files-into-your-website.html) I spent about an hour tweaking that code on the page to get it to work right, but I think it was worth the effort.
HAHA
My mom does the thing where she gives me a very limited time to respond, too. I don't get it. Sometimes I haven't even finished listening to her previous message before she calls again. Sigh.
Oh my. He is actually worse than my mother. Except... wait. My mother doesn't call me. But if she did, she'd leave messages just as strange as that.
these are priceless! My parents have the phone and voicemail down (well at least leaving them, checking them is another ball game altogether). My mom still asks me to check her email for her everytime I'm home though. Parents - gotta love 'em.
Parents are odd. And scary for me, when I wonder how will I end up being in a few years any time my mother does something.
Your dad wears a beanie, my mother is into anything with animal print.
Oh. My. Lord.
That is entirely too funny.
And I love his li'l beanie hat. :)
Your Dad Rocks.
Too funny. Well you who have a cool dad. Much better than a boring one.
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