Nodding my head in complete agreement with this entire post. Me.Too. ('cept I don't live with my wife, mom, and four daughters)

Thank GAWD you posted a link to the honor code, so that I have some reference material to use as I travel back in time...you may OWE ME after I post. We'll see.

OK...I know so little about the Mormon faith...why would what color underwear your kid has on make one bit of difference? Even when baptizing dead Jews? And umm...forgive me for being so bold...but Jews don't need to be baptized, they don't believe in Heaven. And...umm...isn't it too late once they're dead anyway??? Oh dear...I'm so confused!

Of course Jews believe in Heaven...I meant to say they don't believe in Jesus as the Christ. (red face)

OK, I "honored" your request. It may be too long, but oh well. Enjoy.

Yeah, I'm the same way too. But I'm classic ADD. To emphasize this point, I established the Rule of Six at home, which states that I cannot be held responsible for hearing anything I have been told until it has been said to me six times.

I thought this was a particular weirdness fairly unique to me. I absolutely hate answering the phone. I can actually carry on a conversation on the phone if I'm speaking to someone I want to speak to, and the topic is interesting enough. It really depends. I can talk to my dad for a while, for example, about motorcycles, guns, the evils of religion (with which he doesn't agree, of course -- at least he's not morg). But I'm finding myself zoning out a lot when talking to my mom. She sounds like a health problem broken record, rattling off the various ailments, medications, or diagnoses of herself, my aunt, or someone else. Blah blah blah. I mean I care, but damn, it gets old.

And at work, don't get me started. Most of the time what I need to talk about isn't easily expressed verbally. Try helping someone debug a problem when they aren't very technically minded and they try to give you a UNC path location of a log file to look at or an URL to inspect. "aych tee tee pee colon forward-slash forward-slash"... FUCK! Just email me, asshole! Or use IM! I've noticed a direct correlation between those who want to use the phone to get my help at work and their actual technical ability and intelligence. Those who have a clue know not to use the phone. Those who don't try to cover it up with their (lack of) social phone skills. Drives me bananas!

Sorry, mini rant there. :)

Forgot to mention that at home, the phone is *never* for me, so I never answer it. Am I welcome in the brotherhood of PHA?

And I don't answer the phone for my wife or kids because most of the time it's either her mother, sister, or some lds person calling about some morg bull that I don't give a rat's ass about. So yeah, I simply don't answer the phone. My family either expects me to call them, or they call my cell phone. Most of my friends are IM savvy, so no phone answering for me. If I were to find myself living alone again, I may start answering, but probably not because it would just be an evil telemarketer. Just can't win.