That Took a Turn Somewhere
What follows is an actual text conversation between me and my wife. Be warned: we are weird.
Joanie: I’m eating at a specialty meatball place. Do you miss NYC yet?
Michael: yes. Very yes. Where is that?!? I want to go to there. (Yes, we really do talk in a mashup of Homestar Runner and 30 Rock quotes.)
Joanie: Chelsea, near rehearsal. And yes, yes you do.
Michael: Unholy Cthulhu that looks incredible.
Joanie: Are you engaging in Cthulhu worship at Chautauqua?
Michael: It seems appropriate.
Joanie: Because I am not cleaning up after your descent into madness.
Michael: His Presence beneath the lake would explain so very much!
Joanie: Cult of Cthulhu Reformed, or Orthodox?
Michael: Enlightened Post-Reformed, actually. It’s based on a historical/progressive reading of the Necronomnomnomicon.
Joanie: I just shot meatballs out of my nose.