So, last night my daddy hands me the newspaper folded open to a certain page. I look and go, "What?" He points to a picture, "Eddie Izzard." I squeal. "It is! It's Eddie!" And my father says, "Looking much more straight than usual."
Sometimes he surprises me. Pleasantly. Another example: I was talking about Michael Moore and how, out of what I read of Stupid White Men, I agreed with some and vehemently disagreed with the rest. And my father says, unobtrusively, "What I thought upon hearing that title was that it's good that he's writing from the inside."
That took me a minute to get, but it was well worth it. I have yet to hear a lot of outright criticism for Michael Moore. And I'd really like to.
In N&A she was asking us what our favorite sports were. So I say under my breath "Recreational sex." This may explain why I'm still getting a B in that class.
ratpr0n is fully functional, by the way.