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March 16, 2005

Confession

So I was at 20x2 during SXSW Interactive on Monday, and I was approached by someone because they wanted to do an interactive cell phone game during their presentation. They asked if I could help out, and I was like "Sure! Sounds fun." But I was having a little performance anxiety. What was going to happen was I was going to receive a call on my phone (set the ringer to the loudest setting), and then I was supposed to call the next person on deck, who was someone named Laura, and tell them the message I heard from the person who called me (like the telephone game). To make sure that I wouldn't misdial, when I was handed the number, I programmed it into my cell phone with a "0" name so it would be first in order. I was prepared.

When that person got up on stage, I got my cell phone ready. He called someone. The audience was all like "WTF?" as cell phones started ringing everywhere. Finally, I got the call. The message was something like—hell, I can't recall what it was now. Maybe "We can put a man on the moon, but we can't make toilet paper out of steel." Or maybe "Rubber bands are not for tying around your peepee, but don't suck coffee through a straw.”

All I remember is that when I got the call, I dialed my auto-program number. It rang. And rang. And rang. Oh, shit. I looked at the paper with Laura's number again. I had mistaken a 1 for a 4. By this time, they had moved on to the next speaker. Whoops!

I just wanted to use this blog post to apologize to whoever was doing that presentation. I was the broken link in your chain.

Posted by timothompson at March 16, 2005 11:52 AM