Last night my cat once again pounced on my voice-recognition headset, decided to play around with it and left me in tangled in a bunch of wires on my right side. As I protested, he continued to play with the remaining length of wire, managing to wrap that around my left hand. Nice.
It took me about 40 minutes to untangle myself. The cat left because, well, he's a cat. If he was a dog, he probably would've stayed offering moral support. Lassie would have figured out a way to get help.
Sometimes the cat chews through the wires. I know that's happened if I'm talking and no words are appearing on the screen.
I think that's what parents of teenagers must feel like.
Other times I need to transfer around to get at things and taking the headset off and on causes me to get myself tangled up without any help from the cat. This would explain the awkward pauses during phone calls, in case you've called me and that's happened.
And people wonder why I don't want to use Skype.
Wired. It has many meanings.