Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Joni Mitchell: 1-5 many bad boyfriends, many chords. Twitter has it all figured out.
Chance Shirley, vastly cooler than me, and the exciting new release of Interplanetary.
Yahoo's sitebuilder is probably what I needed last week rather than bothering my sister to make the Clonehuntermovie.com site.
Today's conversation at the Hospital for Special Surgery where my stepmom is in orientation for a knee replacement.
My dad starts getting hungry while waiting for the doctor.
Dad: You know we brought sandwiches?
Me: Yeah. Bologna sandwiches.
I try to not make my voice sound the disgust which my stomach has for them. Luckily my stepmom chimes in and asks my dad:
Mom: Did you bring any fruit?
Dad: I brought bananas. Andrew, do you want a banana?
Stepmom turns to my dad...
Mom: Dan -- you don't know your son at all.
Dad: What? You don't like bananas?
Me: I'll have plenty of bananas and bologna sandwiches in Hell, Dad.
I know, I know, he was only offering me a banana. A refreshing, tasty banana.
My parents are technologically incapable of reading this blog unless I send them the URL. Even then I'm not so sure...