I have a serious phone phobia. I inherited it from my parents. And then I went and married someone whose phone phobia is even worse than mine.

I don't like calling people. Whether it's a friend or calling people to set up an appointment, 9 times out of 10 I'd rather do it over the Internet. Why do you think I work in speech recognition?

I don't mind it when people call ME. I like to get calls from friends. I don't mind fielding calls at work. Because I can control it--if I'm busy, I don't have to answer the phone. Someone wants something from ME, so they have to figure out how to start the conversation. That's hunky dory.

But when I call someone, how do I know what they're doing? Maybe they're in a bad mood. Maybe they're in the middle of watching their favorite TV program. Maybe they are trapped under something large and heavy. Even when I'm calling a business, I think, am I bothering them? What am I going to say?

It's stupid, I know. And I use the phone quite a lot at work--I have to call customers all the time. This phobia doesn't stop me from getting anything done. But it's there all the same.

For those of you who like the band Survivor--well, really, for those of you who remember Survivor--an amusing Starbucks commercial.

Tomorrow is Harrison Ford's 62nd birthday. Now, those of you who know me know that I used to have a thing for Harrison Ford. Okay, maybe I still do. I had (have?) the posters, I rewound that scene in Star Wars 50 times when they're about to take off in the Millenium Falcon and the stormtroopers start firing, I saw Temple of Doom FOUR TIMES in the theater. Four times, people. I have a life-size cardboard cutout of Han Solo.

But he's disappointed me. The whole Calista Flockheart thing. Sure, he was divorced when he married Melissa Mathison. That's ok. He was young when he married his first wife, it was before he became famous, he admits he was not a great husband then. But I figured, hey, he'd grown up, learned a few things, and now it was True Love Forever and Ever with Melissa. He wasn't one of those Hollywood types.

But nooooo. He had to divorce her too and start running around with the young ladies. Harrison! I thought you were different! Happy Birthday.