Conversations With My Brain In the Shower
Sep. 19th, 2004 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrissaBrain: What are we doing on the book today?
Me: Nothing. We're taking Sundays off.
Brain: Chapter 43? There's good stuff in Chapter 43. It might even be funny. We could use some funny about now.
Me: No book! Sundays off!
Brain: Okaaaaay...so in this rock sprite story, the bit with the first spiral--
Me: Day off means we take a break.
Brain: When we took a break yesterday afternoon, we finished Chapters 40 and 41.
Me: You finished Chapters 40 and 41. I huddled in the corner meeping. Day off means no writing.
Brain: Oh, okay, no writing. So about the revisions on Thermionic Night --
Me, between my teeth: Revisions are writing.
Brain: No, they're not.
Me: Yes, they are. Don't you ever shut up?
Brain: I could start singing if you want. I could sing the song about the hospital for nerds and how only stupid people are breeding.
Me: I'll counter with a Bob Dylan version. Don't think I won't. "Iiiiii'm noooot siiiick, but Iiiii'm noooot weeeeeeell" -- oh, great, now I've sunk to your level.
Brain: Heehee. You live at my level.
Me: It certainly doesn't help that you're in league with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
markgritter about the zombies.
Brain: Tsalmoths. Heehee. Tsalmoths.
Me: You're never going to get any older than 12, are you?
Brain: Nope.
Me: Nothing. We're taking Sundays off.
Brain: Chapter 43? There's good stuff in Chapter 43. It might even be funny. We could use some funny about now.
Me: No book! Sundays off!
Brain: Okaaaaay...so in this rock sprite story, the bit with the first spiral--
Me: Day off means we take a break.
Brain: When we took a break yesterday afternoon, we finished Chapters 40 and 41.
Me: You finished Chapters 40 and 41. I huddled in the corner meeping. Day off means no writing.
Brain: Oh, okay, no writing. So about the revisions on Thermionic Night --
Me, between my teeth: Revisions are writing.
Brain: No, they're not.
Me: Yes, they are. Don't you ever shut up?
Brain: I could start singing if you want. I could sing the song about the hospital for nerds and how only stupid people are breeding.
Me: I'll counter with a Bob Dylan version. Don't think I won't. "Iiiiii'm noooot siiiick, but Iiiii'm noooot weeeeeeell" -- oh, great, now I've sunk to your level.
Brain: Heehee. You live at my level.
Me: It certainly doesn't help that you're in league with
markgritter about the zombies.Brain: Tsalmoths. Heehee. Tsalmoths.
Me: You're never going to get any older than 12, are you?
Brain: Nope.
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Date: 2004-09-19 09:33 am (UTC)Poor Brain. Poor M'ris. :)
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Date: 2004-09-19 09:50 am (UTC)It would be dire.
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Date: 2004-09-19 09:56 am (UTC)In any case, I will do my best to keep my skull between my brain and your brain....
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Date: 2004-09-19 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-19 10:02 am (UTC)My brain is a whiny eight-year-old. (I know it's not twelve because, while it loves stupid jokes and dirty jokes, it has to have them explained to it sometimes.)
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Date: 2004-09-19 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-19 11:55 am (UTC)