I don’t care much for Google Voice, because I’ve never had the oppor­tu­nity to use it. My cellphone provider has been kind enough to sign me up for a plan that gives me three times as many minutes as I need, for little over three times the cost I would’ve had to bear had they charged me exorbi­tantly for exactly the number of minutes I used. Better still, I get unlim­ited data usage on my phone. Well, as long as I use it reason­ably and don’t use it…er…too much, you know. Just because they said unlim­ited doesn’t mean it’s *unlim­ited* unlim­ited, of course. I am supposed to be smart enough to under­stand that.

So where was I? Ah, Google Voice. Like I said, I don’t care much for Google Voice, but Google transcripts are a different matter altogether. I love ‘em! They’re a constant source of enter­tain­ment for poor jaded souls like yours truly. That’s not to say yours is a truly jaded soul — that’s absolutely not what I meant, but sometimes I think I should get people to call me up simply to have them leave a voice­mail and get Google to transcript-ify it, and voilà! — there’s a constant fountain of creativity bubbling forth from the offices of Google. Here’s a teaser — read it quick before Google decides to copyright it^*!

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* In the event of Google claiming owner­ship of copyright on the afore­men­tioned transcript, under no circum­stances shall the humorous text published herewith be construed as accep­tance of said owner­ship, or indicate a predilec­tion to accept said ownersip, notwith­standing a lack of claimed humor, perceived or otherwise.