I was one of those people who could bore you to death with my various downloaded cellphone rings about 8 or 9 years ago. How many times did I follow people around, waving that little Motorola in the air , so that they could get the full benefit of hearing the theme music from Hawaii 5-0 in its monophonic entirety? Ah, good times.
Then I went into a period of austerity where I had only a ring-ring alert and then went even further into my ringtone snobbery by not even bothering to change the Hello Moto alert that came pre-programmed with the phone I was using at the time.
But then I became a slave to the almighty Crackberry with its giant-sized memory chip and its intuitive programming and now I have my own files downloaded and used as ringtones, personalized for all of my regular callers and I don't even care who thinks what about it all. I'm like one of those Red Hat ladies! I don't care!
I only mention this now because I am about to orbit a little closer to the blistering core of the corporate sun and I need a few new ringtones for when the overlords summon me. I've got this all ready to go:
Entirely appropriate because my conversations with this group so far have been me more or less replying to some laser-sharp questions with my own rendition of um bu bu bum da de.