Sticky Time.

Here at work, we've been getting rid of a lot of hard drives, and so I asked one of the IT guys if I could have the box full of junkers sitting in the cage. "Sure" he says, and fetches me the box.

Now, he was sick once and is really skinny, so I watch him walk in with this big box and I think 'wow, you didn't have to carry it for me.' Only after I tried to move it did I realize that it must have been a major effort, or he is storing muscle for his arms somewhere in his legs or something, because that box was HEAVY.

Now for the last few days I have been collecting magnets on my desk and worrying about something getting hosed from all these things sitting around. That, and I am worried about getting hurt, because (1) I have already been hurt when these things come together and (2) I got my shirt caught in there and almost couldn't get it extracted. I love magnets.

I had one of these really powerful things on my leg yesterday, and I felt something pull to it in my pocket. I felt around in there and realized it was my phone. 'Crap' I thought, but then realized there's nothing really sensitive in my phone.

Later, I go home and try to call my parents. My phone won't work. It does everything except what you really need a phone to do, which is make calls. It turns on, brings up a list of my contacts, plays music, shows pictures, but no phone calls. I swap out the SIM card with an old phone and voila, it works fine.

So, my phone is hosed. Magnets? I dunno, maybe there is something about RF electronics that getting a magnet near fries them.