Witness the terrifying and unrelenting wrath of the phone company! Truly, when you stare into the void, the void will try to sell you ringtones.

Alright, fine, I'll make sense. It's called ringback, and it, paired with a personal aversion to Huey Lewis, is the reason I won't be able to call Jon any more. For a couple of extra bucks a month your cell company will replace the sound callers hear while your phone is ringing with one of those pop songs the kids are talking about. Some services will let you record your voice over the song as well.

Here I am acting all high and mighty, when truthfully, nothing would please me more than to have my phone erupt into Styx singing "SHE'S MY... LAYHEEDEEEEEEeeee" everytime Catherine calls me. It's only through a lot of willpower and a smattering of not-knowing-how that I avoid committing this crime against the lot of you. Remember folks, cell phone music customization is like masturbation: completely self indulgent, and best conducted in private.