Persistence of Memory

I'm sitting there, minding my own damn business, and I hear... a noise. Frankly, my first thought was, "Who infected me with a random noise that sounds suspiciously like a servo speaking?" Every running process was checked, researched on Mr Internet.

My second thought was, "God damn AIM advertisements, making whacked-out sounds again!" It got closed. And then I ran another virus scan.

Then I thought, "Er, maybe it's a Flash ad that somehow got past my battery of defenses?" I scrolled open tabs like mad, looking for a culprit. Half my tabs got bookmarked and closed, just in case. (It's kind of weird having only five tabs open right now. Looks funny.)

Eventually, I stopped hearing it.

Turns out, it was Rick's phone bleating. "Halp! Mah charge is dying! Plug meeeee in!" The phone sits in a spot which makes it sound also like it's coming from my speakers, I guess.

Mystery solved. *rolls eyes*

So I'm reading Nimby Says, and I run across this:

"But his eyes remained blank, probably from his father and working for Voldomort in his 6th year."

And I commented: Is that anything like Dildomort?

So now I've this picture in my head of Voldemort as a Pointy Haired Boss-type from Dilbert.