| | | | | | Friday, December 23, 2005 |
a conversation
| | I don't do this often, but here it is:
[Me] "...but yeah, certain names should go right off the list"
[Ed] "Many names. And making up names should be right out forbidden. http://www.notwithoutmyhandbag.com/babynames/"
"Hrm... maybe I should name my kid after my favorite drink. His name is Bombay Gin Piona"
"Haha!"
"It's better than Beefeaters Gin Piona"
"Well yeah, that's a girl's name!"
"Well what do you like, would it be Absolut Vodka Turner?"
"Man, it just might be, if only because I don't want to force a young boy to spell Jagermeister"
"Hahahaha. Oh, well if he were cool, he'd get people to call him 'double dot' I knew a guy who went by double dot."
"Hmm. Double Dot Turner, eh? He'll love it."
"Oh and he would think you such an alcoholic, (so would all of his friends)."
"Yes, well. It could be worse. He could be Moonshine Turner, which doubles as a seventies reject name."
"Hehehe... What about naming your kid after your favorite movie? Mine might be Muppet Treasure-Island Piona"
"Wrath of Kahn Turner? Alright."
"Wrath Turner: awesome."
"I know!"
"He'll kick Muppet Piona's ass."
"Oh, man, will he ever!"
"Hrm, wish I liked Die Hard more."
"Hahah!"
"Fear and Loathing Piona"
"Hmm. Fear and Wrath would just be cutest little couple, wouldn't they?"
"They'd have to get together who else would be able to understand their childhood?"
...
[Ed] "High five!"
[Me] "How about a low five? I don't want to jump, undignified."
"A low five? You know what that'll do to my back. I pass. Let's just nod at each other and lean against a wall with our arms crossed."
"I'll pull the cigarette pack out of my sleeve and light one with my trusty Zippo, you can comb your hair with the comb in your pocket. We'll stand and smoke in the night"
"Are we wearing sunglasses?"
"Of course, it's dark!"
"Excellent! We so cool!"
"we skip school!/ we lurk late!"
"We're bad. Bad to the bone. Call me... Wrath."
"And I'll be Fear, we'll inspire me and emit you."
"Oh, man, we're the awesomest gang ever!"
"I so agree! We are the epitome of an S.E. Hinton novel!"
"As I have always dreamed of being, of course."
"Really? I always wanted to be a part of a Raymond Chandler novel, but whatever, this is good too!"
"Do we get a gang name?"
"Yeah, we need one, for the rumbles"
"I'm suggesting: Jet-Sharks."
"Hrm, probably better than Satan's Secretaries."
"Or no! I wanna be called the Literary Allusions!"
"Not the Personifications?"
"Hmm..."
"What about Your Worst Nightmare? Oh look! It's Wrath, he's a part of Your Worst Nightmare"
"Ooooh... scary! I like!"
"It's the Skulls versus Your Worst Nightmare... yeah I think we'd win"
"Man, we would wallop the Skulls!"
"Hehe, if you ever went down (godforbid) the only thing they would have to fear is Fear herself"
"Hee!"
"What are we doing in this world anyway, Ed? It's boring."
"What are we doing? Woman, we're here to make the world LESS boring! That is our geas and I, for one, submit to it readily!"
PS if you were wondering what was in the "..." it was a side conversation on how our kids wouldn't like us, followed by a brief rendition of Kids from Bye Bye Birdie, then a lamentation on the lack of musical numbers in the world, followed by a desire for wealth, coupled with my raise.... which brings us to the end of the "..." Aren't you glad I cut all that out?
posted by Amber at 7:46 PM
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1 Comments:
Man. We're almost TOO awesome.
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