on avatars

during an evening of watching "the west wing"

mom: martin sheen looks like an owl.
me: and leo looks like a lion.

(ten minutes later, while watching an intense scene)

mom, deeply disappointed: this man* doesn't resemble any animal.

*richard schiff

on the necessity of mental respite

me: gleegleegleegleegleegleeglee

dad, bewildered: seriously, how can you watch this show?*

mom, magnanimous: oh, leave her be. she needs this. she spends all day writing about wars... and churches.

* this from a man who very much looked forward to watching 2012, enjoyed all the action/destructo sequences, but audibly (read: sarcastically) sniffed whenever there was a tender (read: uber-cheesy) scene.

on sleuthing

mom: why doesn't he just go have lunch, stare at his cane, and find the answer?