Because I am generally wary about potentially losing my hearing, I watch TV with the volume pretty low and closed captions on. (IT’S TOTALLY SENSIBLE) And so it was that I noted the final caption in “The Empire Strikes Back”.
(Note, there are several different ways that R2D2 gets captioned over the course of the film, which vary in level of amusement and potential usefulness for a hearing person and a hard-of-hearing person, respectively. This is relevant because the last caption is of his audio.)
Anyhow, that last caption was:
[QUIET MOAN]
…
I happened to be cutting through the library the other day when mailbot turned the corner and crossed the threshold into that wing of the building and the loudness of his beeps gets suddenly attenuated by ~75%. SO CONSIDERATE! I, on the other hand, gasped loudly enough that one of the librarians scowled in my general direction. They’re still not fans.

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capnmariam:
[Something was quoted here, but I fail at proper referencing to myself all the time.]
… I knew stuff about Morse code.
And while those skills haven’t stayed, my love of befriending people I will never meet in real life continues.
Case in point.
.— …. .- - -. . .-. -.. - .- … - .. -.-. -.-. —- -. …- . .-. … .- - .. —- -. … .— . .— —- ..- .-.. -.. …. .- …- . —. ..- -.— ..-. .-. —- — - …. . ..-. .. …- . -… -.— ..-. .. …- . -.-. …. .- - .-. —- —- —
So…I just like weird communication, cf. adventures with sign language, braille, cuneiform, whistled language, [redacted—ill timed quip about “morose” code] and so on. I almost became an encryption person (wrong reference, but sort of related), but my fear of computers led to a dropped major. Becoming a Ph.ake Doctor seemed a much better choice, where I could keep enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in vests, for personal entertainment instead of forcing myself to view them as “work” albeit with tasty machines. I make other stuff instead and still occasionally play with robots, so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds.
But, yes, the internet is a weird and delightful place. I don’t, in fact, have a ham radio for probably the same reason I don’t have pets: a Major Tom-like existence is probably a universal default for a certain kind of odd person if they don’t make the occasional awkward foray into meat-space. Getting too comfortable is dangerous.
Anyhow. See wikipedia: Major Tom. (How neat is that?!) That should be required reading.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrdjvdpNUI1qauqmuo1_400.jpg)
