For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly.
. . . playing with the Barbie-size keyboard on my new phone. Phones are like toys now. They fit in your pocket, light up and vibrate like joy buzzers. Plus, you can get-I mean, "access"-the Internet and find anything you want. Music. Maps. Porn. Anything. If cell phones came with a cigarette dispenser, they'd be the greatest stupid invention ever.
Life is a buzzer box. Poke it.
I walked down my snow covered street. Out of habit I turned and checked for my footsteps. When I arrived at my building I looked for my name on the buzzers. And because I know that sometimes I see things that aren't there, after dinner I called Information to ask if I was listed. (25)
Keep fighting until the last buzzer sounds.
Knowing lots of answers but being a millisecond slow on the buzzer is indeed very frustrating.