bloodyrosemccoy | Bonding Experience

Today I was having a nice, fascinating, edifying chat with Mom about deep and abiding social issues such as midwifery and men versus women when she informed me that my sister and dad had just come upstairs after watching Cloverfield.

And they didn’t like it.

So I told Mom to step aside and put my dear 妹 on IM so that I could tell her, in capital letters, several times, that she and Dad are full of bullshit. Thus ensued a merry argument in which I insulted their taste in monsters, 妹 argued that the monster looked like a grasshopper and the Giant Space Fleas sounded like Donald Duck*, and Dad put in his comments (transcribed by 妹) on who could beat up the Cloverfield monster.** Then we told each other we were wrong and stupid one more time and she went to bed. (“Good night! Don’t forget to tell Dad that he’s full of shit, too!”)

Mom had long since gone to bed.

I was really enjoying our chat, but sometimes you have to set aside the subjects of sociology and how the world works and your brother’s job and the trials of life and focus on the really important issues.

*All right, so actually I said that. But she seemed to think that was a bad thing.

**Godzilla, Mothra, Predator, Alien, “those Transformers,” and the rat from Ratatouille, who would “boil the hell out of it.” 妹 herself added “the oozing skull,” from the movie of the same name as seen on Cinematic Titanic—only that’s really not fair, as there was no oozing skull.