John: “Did I just use ‘like’ about three times in a sentence?”
Me: “Yes. Â But to be perfectly fair, you were talking about Men At Work.”
"That's not writing - that's typing." --Truman Capote
John: “Did I just use ‘like’ about three times in a sentence?”
Me: “Yes. Â But to be perfectly fair, you were talking about Men At Work.”
John: “The news says lines for the new iPhone are wrapping around the block.”
Jill: “Wait – were you thinking of finally getting a smartphone on launch day?!”
John: “I had thought about it.”
Jill: “Are you high?!”
John: “Quite possibly.”
Following a brief precis of the drama that created the album Rumours, while listening to same:
Me: …and with all the interpersonal crap they created and dealt with, it’s amazing that the band not only didn’t implode, they arguably created  their masterpiece.
John: Wait, I thought this was a greatest hits album.
Me: Nope.
John: ::Boggle::
John, calling parents: “Busy signal?!”
Me (mock horror): “What is THAT?”
John: “I know – where do they live, anyway?”
Me: “1985.”
Me: “So remember that trailer of that French steampunk film I showed you earlier this year?”
John: “Yeah – I think so.”
Me: “Well, apparently it was only in theatres on limited release and isn’t on DVD in the States at all.”
John: “So, New York and L.A. basically.”
Me: “Yeah probably.”
John: “And Northern Maine.”
Our porch roof and railing is currently housing a rather large spider. Â I think it may be nocturnal, because it has been out there every early (pre-sunrise) morning and post-sunset evening, but I have yet to see it in daylight. Â It took a few days for John to have an opportunity to see it, but he finally did. Â We were looking at it this morning before I left for work:
Me: I think he has a friend. Â There’s a little spider too. Â Same coloring, but small.
John: You know, the bigger spiders are usually the females.
Me: Does this spider make me look fat?
John’s finally getting around to recycling the pile of cards he got for his birthday. Â Since he turned 40 this time, some are more sadistic than others:
Card from my father, “Ma-cho ma-cho man….”
John (cutting open the card in order to fiddle with the mechanism), “Hmmm…”
Cfmf, “I want to be – a macho man!”
John, “Oh. Â So that’s how that works.”
Cfmf, “I want to be a macho!”
Me, “Hit it with a hammer.“
John: “You want fruit with your breakfast”
Me: “Yes, please – an apple would be great.”
“We have pears.”
“Are they hard?”
“No – they’re right at that point where if you squeeze them a bit, they bruise.”
“Are you bruising my pear?”
“Only a little.”
“That’s it – I’m calling Fruit Protection Services.”
Robynn and Rana rightly note the influence of Eddie Izzard in this post:
John: Those stilts are creepy.
Me: Not as creepy as clowns.
John: Maybe creepier than clowns.
Me: No way. Â Clowns are creepiest. Â But clowns on stilts…
John: Epic creepy.
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