On my laptop in Susan's living room, on Saturday night.
Susan: [emerging from the bathroom with wet hair] "Hey, get ready. We're going out at 7:30."
Me: "I don't know how you're planning to achieve that. It's 7:32 right now."
Susan: [cutely] <litany of curse words>
Over instant messenger.
percyvale: [status message is lookatthisfuckinghipster]
niniane: I looked at that web site and it's kind of funny.
niniane: But not as good as hotchickswithdouchebags
percyvale: douche bags don't care they like the attention
percyvale: but hipsters
percyvale: it takes work to get into those skinny jeans and growing odd moustaches
percyvale: so they deserve their own category of site
niniane: are you a hipster? :)
percyvale: do i look like a hipster :P
percyvale: if i do don't answer
[I got distracted for several minutes. When I look back...]
Message sent at 7:06 PM.
percyvale: the polite thing would have been to answer
Picking up my brother last night with my car:
Me: "Sorry I'm late! I was playing Starcraft with a few entrepeneurs."
Tom: "Did you win?"
Me: "No, I lost. When it was down to three people, the other two allied against me."
Tom: "Did you have fun?"
Me: "It was so fun! I was rusty though. I was like, 'What is this Queen's Nest? I think it's good...'"
Tom: "The fact that you even got to a Queen's Nest before the game ended means you're all a bunch of noobs."