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Scintillating bedroom conversation.

I laugh a lot after going to bed. Want to see why?


[after finding a penny at the foot of the bed, probably placed there by Laurel]
Me: Do you think these coins are spawning?
Himself: [shrugs]
Me: Maybe I should put a twenty-dollar bill wherever the pennies are spawning and see what happens.
Himself: Nah, then you'll just get a bus token.


Me: Do you think Bush is racist? [This was in reference to the day's Boondocks comic.]
Himself: No. He's classist and doesn't care about the working poor.
Me: So why is he getting so much press about being against affirmative action?
Himself: What do you think?
Me: That he's dangerous as hell because he acts stupid while quietly setting us all back to before Roe v. Wade.
Himself: Took you long enough to notice.
Me: So why is he being called racist?
Himself: Because if people started realizing the implications of classism, they'd get angry.


Me: We should get a plan in place in case palace front doesn't work out.
Himself: I figured you could go back to school.
Himself: Why would I want to do that? I've got to finish paying off the loans from my year at the drunk tank [Mary Baldwin] first.
Himself: Well, I've always wanted to study journalism.
Me: Like revme?
Himself: I guess. You know I don't write as well as I'd like to, so I thought if you did...
Me: You're good at sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong. But how would gonzo journalism and my obsessive editing ever get along?
Himself: [silence]


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Feb. 5th, 2003 02:21 am (UTC)
I don't actually have a Journalism degree, though. Although I was a journalism major for a long time, because that was the closest thing my school had to a film major... until they got the film major. So, basically I switched. Which was probably for the best because while I could write and do all that sort of thing, I really sucked at the Journalism part. I'm really bad at getting stories and whatnot. I swear, if I were a reporter, I'd probbaly see a man with a blood-stained axe, with a bloodstained shirt reading "Kill the Poor", and I'd go "Ah, Dead Kennedys fan?"

Unfortunately, though, that means that I'll not be able to fulfill my dream of being able to describe myself as a doctor of journalism and a man of the cloth. Oh well.
Feb. 15th, 2003 12:07 am (UTC)
D'oh. Noted and stuff. Last I remember you were a journalism major. My apologies.

And you have to join the AF and get kicked out too, if you really wanna be like HST. God, that's my favorite part of the first book of the Gonzo Diaries: where his antics at Eglin AFB are discussed in detail. My favorite was him supposedly throwing the wine bottle at the gatehouse on his way off base for the last time... while I'd never, ever do that (MPs are authorized to use force and besides, I like them -- my favorite Marine is one) it's so HST. Man, it makes me wanna drink whiskey and run around in my underwear shooting things.
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