So this conversation happened over the weekend:
Me: Buzz... what was his name? I keep coming up with Aldrin.
Dad: I want to say Lightyear. Who was Buzz Aldrin?
Me: *blink blink* The space guy?
Dad: *looooong pause* I'm an idiot.
It's even more hilarious when you know that my dad has watched The Right Stuff and Apollo 13 more times than any human should. He's read the books, he's watched the documentaries, HE KNOWS SPACE. And yet, when pressed, he said Lightyear instead of Aldrin, and then PROCEEDED TO ASK WHO BUZZ ALDRIN WAS.
Oh, Father.
I mean, my response of "the space guy" wasn't terribly specific either, since Buzz Lightyear is also a space guy, of sorts. :p
Also,
incredulity came to visit this weekend, and we had what might have been our busiest visit ever. There was only time for sitting around to watch one movie (the Objective, which should have been awesome because it had our beloved Jon Huertas in it, but was actually really dreadful). We've been known to fit entire seasons of tv shows into one weekend. Not this time, not when driving into town takes so stinking long, and going to the bank with my mother becomes an adventure. But we had fun, so that's all that matters.
Whoot!