In which my brother tries to ascend the ladder of supervillany
My brother's girlfriend won airline tickets at some sort of work function, so they decided to go to Portland for a week. One of their activities today (and probably tomorrow, and possibly the next day at various points) was to go to Powell's City of Books. Which he texted me about.
brother: In the rare book room...
me: Ooh, how rare? What does that mean? And is Portland sushi different? Don't buy pages that have been taken out of manuscripts! That's immoral!
brother: This was a many-star sushi restaurant, so it was great. And I am in this room looking exclusively for individual manuscript pages.
me: Yum yum! Nooo! That is like upper-level super-villany!
brother: I am even buying complete manuscripts and then tearing them up to resell in pieces.
me: Zomg, I may have to disown you.
brother: LOL, you can't; you're not the paterfamilias.
me: That's what you think - older sisters have special powers.
brother: Sorry- I missed this because I was relishing the sound of carefully ripped paper.
brother: In the rare book room...
me: Ooh, how rare? What does that mean? And is Portland sushi different? Don't buy pages that have been taken out of manuscripts! That's immoral!
brother: This was a many-star sushi restaurant, so it was great. And I am in this room looking exclusively for individual manuscript pages.
me: Yum yum! Nooo! That is like upper-level super-villany!
brother: I am even buying complete manuscripts and then tearing them up to resell in pieces.
me: Zomg, I may have to disown you.
brother: LOL, you can't; you're not the paterfamilias.
me: That's what you think - older sisters have special powers.
brother: Sorry- I missed this because I was relishing the sound of carefully ripped paper.