Archive for December 2009
T: Damnit, I think gran saw me smoking.
Kim: Don’t worry, all it means is that you’re the granddaughter of her heart.
T: No, it means I’m the granddaughter of her lungs.
Pim: Does anyone want to go to the Apple store later?
Chorus: Me! Me! Me!
Pim: Perhaps we should have lunch there.
Mick: Maybe they serve apples?
Mim: You’ve been around this family too long.
Pim: Apple crumble…
Kim: Apple strudle…
T: Do you think they serve oranges at the PC store?
T: So if it’s rare to be a catholic Albanian, which religion are most Albanians*?
Mim: I don’t know, probably orthodox or lutheran or coptic or something.
Mim: No, not septic!
T: Okay, but if we don’t leave right now we’ll have less time…
Pim: Fewer time; you aren’t allowed to say “less” when Mim is around.
Kim: Fewer is more.
Alain de Botton on the other hand, is a wanky pop philosopher, about whom I would have much to say, except I don’t feel like wasting my breath. “Life changing” if you’re a pretentious undergrad. Otherwise I wouldn’t bother.
Tour guide: We have to take a different road to Nairobi, because the President might be entering or leaving the city, and it could delay us by several minutes… or hours.
T: Okay. Is he giving a speech for Kenyan Independence Day?
Tour guide: No, he’s just wasting our time.