"Hi-Hooooooooooooo, Siiiiilver! Away!"
... It's my dad. He walks into the kitchen and looks at me (I, who, hands drippy, am giving him that 'what planet are you from?' look that all teenagers have down pat) and asks if I knew who said that.
"Um... the Lone Ranger..."
"Well, he wasn't alone, now was he? He had Tonto." [pause] "Tonto was a rather 'S' guy..." (my dad refuses to say the word 'stupid'. Probably has something to do with the fact that 'estupido' is a much stronger insult in spanish than 'stupid' is in English, or so I have been led to believe...).
I groan. "tonto", in Spanish, mean's foolish/silly/dimwitted, or something to that effect. You have not heard a bad pun until you've heard it in my father's accent.
Yeah. It's genetic. And from them both.
Coolest Little Old Lady EVER - My family is going on a week-long cruise tomorrow (today?), sans me. Some people would see that as a punishment. My mother has enough sense to realize that this is the greatest thing for me, ever. She seems to have grasped the fact that I am generally a solitary creature, and a week with no forced interaction with other humans is a wonderful, wonderful treat for me. She told our next-door neighbor (who we have adopted as sort of another grandmother), and this little old lady seems to be the only person in the world with enough common sense to see this as a good thing. Hell, in two months I'll be living on my own. If a week kills me, there's definitely a problem here. She said she'd be counting how many cars were in the driveway. *snicker* She's great.
ARRRRR - It took only about two seconds of convincing to help Nicole and Gabriel decide how to amuse themselves for a week - dress as pirates, bring the family video camera, and record the reactions of the poor unsuspecting saps stuck on the ocean with them. My mother is encouraging this. Does my family kick arse or what?
God does not do tech support - Yeah. My computer appeared to be on the very verge of crapping out. Again. It bluescreened a few times, claiming some random error... eep. Now, I mentioned to my dad that I was thinking of upgrading to XP. (was running Me, which is evil) turns out, he has the upgrade. What the hell? My dad has the most random software, sometimes. Anywhom... I decide "all right, time to upgrade; it's acting like it did right before it died last time". So I put in the CD. Nothing. Okay. I try to move the mouse. Nothing. Great. ctrl+alt+delete. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Kill power. Restart. Bloop, explorer error before it finishes loading. Uh-oh. ctrl+alt+delete. Nothing happens. Uh-oh^2. Kill power. Pray to any god in existance that the computer will at least hold out long enough to let me do this, since it might very well fix it... Repeat cycle of uh-ohs about five or six more times. Decide God don't do tech support.
AAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHH! - on reboot #6 or 7, the computer loads Windows like a decently sane machine.I can move the mouse. Everything is good. Commence installing XP upgrade.
That was two hours ago. It's been saying there's approximately 20 minutes left in the installation for going on about 70 minutes now... Mommy.
Also. Two of the most imporant pieces of hardware in my possession - my scanner and my tablet - are apparently not at all XP compatible.
I think this is the universe's way of saying: "Look, kid, this whole 'art' gig really isn't your thing, y'know? I mean, I tried to give you hints, but damn, you're sure stubborn. Now look, I took away the voices, now I guess I'm gonna have to take away your hardware. Keep this up and I'll find a way to paralyze your hands."