Voicemail Poetry

i'm pretty behind, technology-wise. i have a cell phone, a digital camera, and my 250 MB mp3 player. i have DSL, but only because my roommate is a techie. if he didn't live with me, i'd probably still be going to the library to check my email.

recently, he's been playing with a google thingie that transcribes your voicemails for you and then emails it to you. apparently *listening* to one's voicemails is passe. the results have been entirely inaccurate, but surprisingly poetic. here is one example, reformatted to look like poetry.
 

My anyway. 

error. Do you have to. 

Doubt I'll see you. 

9 to noon, 

okay. I will be. 

But not good about it man.  

But. I am. 

Not that listening to live. 

It's.

you need me. 

I've been in the inner but either alright.

pretty profound, huh? here's the original voicemail, transcribed by me using my *ears*: "hi james, it's me. 8:21 AM. I'll see you after work today so I'll see you for lunch with Kelly, but I'm not sure about Mary. But I'm not sure if we're taking the bus home or if you can take Kelly and me home. Talk to you later, brother. Bye."

i think it's hilarious that Google voice wasn't even able to get the "bye" at the end.