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Brain: Wow, John Crowley's going to be at Readercon! You like Crowley! You should go! *wanders about in a vaguely Russia-induced haze muttering "mushrooms with confusion" and giggling hysterically every fifteen minutes*
Me: No, I shall put my clothes on and go into work, where the air conditioning is creating hot and cold pockets such that I am in training for my eventual trip to Mongolia.
Brain: Readercon.
Me: Being a responsible adult. I need to get new glasses so I do not have a headache every day. And save for Otakon. And you can either go see Crowley at Readercon or go to Gaylaxicon and the Rhyslings.
Brain: Otakon is not responsible.
Me: sush. I pick you, Rhyslings!
Brain: That pikachu imitation was not very responsible, either, and it certainly was not good. Are you sure you can't do both cons? Huh?
Me: Well, maybe, if I'm very very good...
Other roommates: Oh, hey, you stayed here through May, and need to pay food and rent through that time.
Me: How...did I...forget...that?
Brain: You did. That's kind of impressive. And hilarious. Let's chuckle about it at work and scare your co-workers.
Me: Shut up; I must keep this job I hate so I can earn money, which I don't understand. I am informed I must have 'money' to get the internet. Even though it's not working yet and the tech people actually described the problem as "oh, you are behind the garden wall," which souds like the worst nightmares of lawn gnomes.
Brain: You know, you should finish up that story series you were writing about lawn ornaments coming to life.
Me: No. NO. See? Not everything you say is a good idea. So I shouldn't go to both of the cons. I can go to Readercon next year, and onwards to Mongolia and new prescription fashion eyewear. *triumphant*
Brain: You need to head back home now and go to sleep. So let's work on the Tesla sestina until about 1 am, ok? Because you know the second stanza is almost done if you can get the third line to scan.
Me: ...is it too late to go back to the lawn gnomes and plastic deer herds?
Brain: Yes. And if you push me I'll break out Baba Yaga.
Me: ...I see I have no choice. Induction coils, here we come.
Me: No, I shall put my clothes on and go into work, where the air conditioning is creating hot and cold pockets such that I am in training for my eventual trip to Mongolia.
Brain: Readercon.
Me: Being a responsible adult. I need to get new glasses so I do not have a headache every day. And save for Otakon. And you can either go see Crowley at Readercon or go to Gaylaxicon and the Rhyslings.
Brain: Otakon is not responsible.
Me: sush. I pick you, Rhyslings!
Brain: That pikachu imitation was not very responsible, either, and it certainly was not good. Are you sure you can't do both cons? Huh?
Me: Well, maybe, if I'm very very good...
Other roommates: Oh, hey, you stayed here through May, and need to pay food and rent through that time.
Me: How...did I...forget...that?
Brain: You did. That's kind of impressive. And hilarious. Let's chuckle about it at work and scare your co-workers.
Me: Shut up; I must keep this job I hate so I can earn money, which I don't understand. I am informed I must have 'money' to get the internet. Even though it's not working yet and the tech people actually described the problem as "oh, you are behind the garden wall," which souds like the worst nightmares of lawn gnomes.
Brain: You know, you should finish up that story series you were writing about lawn ornaments coming to life.
Me: No. NO. See? Not everything you say is a good idea. So I shouldn't go to both of the cons. I can go to Readercon next year, and onwards to Mongolia and new prescription fashion eyewear. *triumphant*
Brain: You need to head back home now and go to sleep. So let's work on the Tesla sestina until about 1 am, ok? Because you know the second stanza is almost done if you can get the third line to scan.
Me: ...is it too late to go back to the lawn gnomes and plastic deer herds?
Brain: Yes. And if you push me I'll break out Baba Yaga.
Me: ...I see I have no choice. Induction coils, here we come.