>>Another time, my answering machine message was:
>>"Hi, I'm busy traveling through time right now, so please leave a
>>message and I'll have already gotten back to you."
>
>My cellphone comes with voicemail, and to the disgust of my wife, I
>set its message to something along the lines of:
>
>"Hi! We're not out at the moment, but if you'll leave your name,
>number and reason for calling, we'll get back to you just as soon as
>we go somewhere."
>

Darn. All of this makes me feel SOOO uncreative. Right now, OG takes my messages for me. OG was a DnD half Ogre barbarian with an Int of 3. Ever since, though, when the old gray matter hasn't been exactly firing on all cylinders, you're having an OG moment.

"Og Here. Mike not. Pretty lady leave message?"

Before that I used the "Captain's answering machine" bit from the star treck comedy tape.
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Vaughn doesn't know I exist. I guess this explains why the rest of reality keeps ignoring me as well. >_<