My mobile phone shuttles itself across my desk noisily. I hover my hand over it for a moment before hitting the button.

“Hello”

A youthful, yet slightly ocker, voice returned, “Hey Caleb, this is Matt.”

“I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

He was halfway through saying “nah” when I hung up on him.

A moment later the phone buzzed again. I let it ring out and be sent to my voicemail as it was the same number.

Less than a minute after, another call. About the same time again and there was another call, this time from another number, interestingly a home phone number that is very local. I assumed it was someone else and answered.

“Hoy Caleb, this is Matt.”

“I really think you’ve got the wrong number.”

“Nah, it’s Matt — from school.”

“My name isn’t Caleb.”

Beat.

“Oh, sorry man,” and I hung up.

What’s interesting is it wasn’t just a random phone number that was wrong, the person calling was local. Another of those mysteries that will likely never be solved.

Okay, this is what I need.

I need someone to come over here and start shouting numbers at me until my brain can no longer remember all the numbers it needs to get into my netbanking. Actually, no, that won’t work. The whole process is so ingrained in my fingers, just like how they teach those monkeys to type or something.

Okay, this is what I need.

I need someone to come over here and crush my fingers in such a way that it would become the top hit on Youtube for a week and a half.

I have gone eBay mad. Some of the stuff, I don’t even want that much, I just get attached to the item as it is described or shown in the picture. It’s all DVDs. At least it’s resellable. That’s what I keep telling myself. I can just sell it again, I say. But I could never part with this stuff. It serves the collector obsession part of my O.C.D. Or should that be O*C*D. Someone stop me bidding on Season 8 of M*A*S*H, QUICKLY!

I’m actually thinking of dismantling my TV recording PC and selling off the tuner card. I’ve barely had a moment to watch any of the things I’ve recorded, and I’m not that captivated by it anymore. It’s quite possible the TV/PC was just another thing I had to conquer and now that I have, I’m not that interested anymore.

I really have scored some bargains on eBay though. Although it will likely increase my lifetime risk of heart failure, I’m going to recount my purchases here, in one list. It’s kind of like an auto-intervention.

That’s in the past two days. None of it particularly expensive though. There, that’s not too bad. Deep breaths.

Oh, if anyone is planning on coming around to brainwash me or dismantle my finger bone structure, can you wait a few days? I’ve got a bid going on some Ren and Stimpy DVDs…

I have posted a selection of some forty-odd photos from Little Shop of Horrors onto my Flickr stream today. Check out the Little Shop of Horrors photo set to view them all. It’s so wonderful to have incredible photos like these as a memory of the show. There are shows I’ve done which I have absolutely no photos of at all (like the first time I did Little Shop. Anyone out there have any?), so the professional photo set for this show and Charlie Brown are highly treasured.