Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Although it is the paradigm of the moment, I am bad with the electronic leash. Rather, I am indifferent to it. I have a cell phone that I usually don't turn on and when I do turn it on, I turn off the ringer. It exists solely for my convenience, so much that I have to look up my own phone number.

All this aside, I do like the current model of my little phone, which, like all of my phones, has been selected for its cuteness factor. I've found a fun trick: power up the phone in a full elevator and watch heads turn when it emits a silvery, glockenspiel-like tune. So far I've bashfully assured everyone "It's just my cell phone" but I think I'm going to have to get imaginative.

If I can figure out how to conceal the phone I'm going to start pretending I'm making the music. Or that it's my "personal guardian angel" checking in. Or maybe a sharp "Tinkerbell! Stop it!" will get them talking.

Any ideas?