it's a snow-day for all the good boys and girls. . . us office-goblins hafta work

Feb 13, 2007 10:20

¡EVERY. BLOODY. FRICKING. DAY!



from one of the cooler webcomics out there, xkcd

there is something preternatural about some of my friends' ability to lozenge themselves into conversation with anyone. i've watched Groovatron siddle up to a galatic quadrant of strangers and within twenty minutes they're writing her into their will. it's uncanny. my small-talks usually go like this:"Hey, how ya doing? I've seen you around here a few times, I'm Nyar."
"..."
"So, I see you're-"
"Yes, I am."
"Ah. Um."
"Did you have a purpose coming over here?"
"No, I mean yeah, I just uh-"
"I see. Then perhaps you wouldn't mind..."
"BUT, I'M A PERSON TOO! I CAN SPELL 'KIERKEGAARD' WITHOUT LOOKING IT UP!"
"..."
i'm down with talking about something, anything. it's that whole small-talk chicanery i can't handle. it's some kind of social paradox, ¿how do you have a conversation that isn't a conversation? it's Schrodinger's conversation, as long as no one's listening, the conversation can and can't exist. ¡BAH!
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