Jeremy: So, the other day, I realized that I was just like a fictional character, to the extreme degree that I felt as if I would be probabilistically less likely to think of anything creative and original because the creator of the fictional character had likely already thought of anything I might say.
Jeremy: But that's not awesome.
Jeremy: That's crushingly depressing.
Jeremy: What is awesome, then, is when you turn to your girlfriend and say, "This fictional character is eerily like me, and it troubles me that I'm demonstrably not unique. I propose that I create a brand new personality, one that no one has thought of before, where I'll get to indulge in the qualities I think are desirable, free from OH MY GOD THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT T-REX WOULD SAY WHEN CONFRONTED WITH THIS SITUATION."
Me: You reflect exactly one level too deeply. You should take my example and hit that sweet spot – stop thinking about it juuuuust in time. It's a happy life.
Jeremy: That's exactly what Enid from Ghost World would say.
Dec 21st
Where did your baby come from?
Girl: And then Mommy kissed Daddy, and the angel told the stork, and the stork flew down from heaven, and left a diamond under a leaf, in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby!
Pugsley: Our parents are having a baby, too.
Wednesday: They had sex.
Dec 2nd