When not opining here on TechCrunch I'm a software engineer for the fine folks at HappyFunCorp (1) and I'm occasionally called on to diagnose and fix projects that have gone horribly wrong (2).
I was occasionally called up to the bimah, or altar, to help close one of our congregation's Torahs after a cantor had displayed it.
I have told my family that I work as an extra in videos and on TV, and I occasionally get called in for adult movies.
Occasionally called 2.75G to distinguish from GPRS.
I remember as a small child occasionally calling my Nana who lived in Arkansas.
The professor who threw me out still occasionally calls me up asking me when I'm going to be mature enough.
After he left school, he would occasionally call at our house, motivating my brother and I to work hard.
While I moped, she went about her day, cooking and cleaning and occasionally calling out to God, Ya Rab.
When he was no longer physically in front of me with his body and his voice, his temper and his eyes, in a way he disappeared from my life, in the sense that he was reduced to a kind of discomfort I occasionally felt when he called or when something reminded me of him, then a kind of zone within me was activated, and in that zone lay all my feelings for him, but he was not there.
Occasionally I call, of course, and I have to leave a message at the secretary.
