Mostly I leave my handy on silent mode because I feel there's enough pervasive tinnynest for the universe to give back, but my ears lift up and listen whenever I hear some of the horrible ASCII chimes and ring-tones from ghosts of telephones past. It's a strange sort of recognition of familiarity, like seeing one has the same R2 unit. Incidentally, I believe the next hyped-up plague will be the droid-flu, H2D2.
