Boy, while eating ice cream: I had a revelation.
Me: About what?
Boy: Diminishing marginal utility.
Me: You finally get why someone would get tired of eating ice cream?
Boy: Because they put chocolate throughout the ice cream I have to keep eating… And they put big chunks of heath bar randomly so it’s like I’ve got to find them… And then it’s like UHHHMMM.
I’m moving into a studio and the boy is helping. He found a box of his Cheerios while we were unpacking. And proceeded to have two bowls around midnight.
“Oh my god these are so good. I forgot how good these are. Do you want some?”
Last night we watched The King of Kong — a documentary about middle-aged men who devote their lives to getting the top score on Donkey Kong. Which, from what I can tell, is a low-res 80’s video game that involves barrels rolling down platforms and hitting you. Each level seems basically a repeat of the last, although the documentary and the boy assure me that this is not the case.
So what is the boy doing tonight? Thanksgiving, 1 am? Playing Donkey Kong and drinking red bull.
The boy bought what he refers to as “boy toys” this weekend.
32″ tv: $300
Xbox kinect: $150
Dance game: $50
Watching the boy dance in his underwear to “Funky Town” and “Poker Face” on a rainy Sunday: priceless.
a recent gchat with the boy, in which I try to convince him that I need the fancy online carbonite backup service:
While downing the last of his nachos from the Treehouse:
Boy: “It would suck to be a cook and work behind a hot stove all day.”
Me: “Are you experiencing empathy?”
Boy: “Empathy hurts.”
And, after a few more nachos — “I bet they get paid pretty well though.”
The boy’s on day 3 of a nasty cold. Driving to Safeway for more orange juice:
“You know, I’m on board with physician-assisted suicide. Seriously, I could be talked into that right now.”
We started The Pelican Brief tonight, and got about an hour and a half in when the boy lost all patience.
“That got way too complicated when they started talking about pelicans.” — Boy
The boy likes bowling. And he especially likes bowling on $1 Mondays — which fill up fast. He did warn me that he would be leaving at exactly 8:50, but his clock is two minutes slow, so I thought I had time for a wardrobe change. (I needed to put on jeans, though — who goes bowling in a dress??) At 8:50 he charged out the door & told me he was leaving. I finished getting dressed, rushed out to the parking lot — and he’d already driven a loop around it to make a point. I was 3 minutes late.
This meant the boy was mad at me for the first half of the game. And it was during the first half of the game that, somehow, after managing countless gutter balls, I got a strike!
The boy, holding a grudge — and being competitive — couldn’t be happy for me. While everyone else high-fived me, the boy observed that “even a blind squirrel sometimes finds a nut.”
I’m visiting my family in Oregon, which involves being out of cell phone range for much of the day. Saturday we went hiking with my sister at Hart Mountain, and when we got back to “civilization” (Lakeview is a cowboy-populated one-Safeway kind of town, so calling it civilization is debatable) I had three texts from the boy:
I’m bored and listening to journey a bunch.
I can’t play xbox because part of the controller battery pack is missing! ugh. i’m going to walmart
Omg i’m so bored and you’re not here to make me go to bed! ahhhhhh!
My boyfriend is crazy 