Sometimes, John is really random. Well, ok, all the time. This is part of why I love him so much, even though he can be quite ridiculous. I am going to give you some examples of conversations that have happened in my house in the last 24 hours.

SCENE: My shower

Me: (Stepping in) So, what are you up to today?
John: (tracing a design on my shoulder blade) I just drew a Star Trek communicator on your back.
Me: Excuse me, what?
John: A communicator. On your back. You're golden if you get kidnapped by any alien race. Well, except for the Ferengi. They don't allow their women to wear clothes. Did I tell you about the Dungeon Delve I'm going to run for the guys?
Me: Huh, wha?
John: Chase had an awesome idea. It's this crazy wizard who lives on top of a mountain, and he built the levels inside the mountain like Murderworld and the people underneath have to fight their way up.
Me: (tyring to grasp the gear change) Ok.. like Gladatorial combat?
John: Well, no. They'll be fighting any level monster in any setting I can devise, and it's like the DM versus the Characters, and they try to stay alive and I try to kill them.
Me: Yeah, like gladatorial combat?
John: No, see, they're like prisoners and so it doesn't matter how well they fight because at the end of the fight they get returned to their cells.
Me: Ok, yeah, like gladatorial combat?
John: The Ferengi also don't let their women speak.

SCENE:

(Living room. John is looking for hat, car keys, and wallet)

John: Well, I was thinking if I can get the stuff for dinner we will have time to both eat and to do the other stuff we want to do.
Me: Ok, well get thy ass to the store.
John: Did you just say "Get thy ass to the store?"
Me: Yup.
John: I'm sorry, I don't respond to Olde English.

Once he told me that he wanted to carry a tape recorder around with him to record all the awesome stuff he says in a day. While he said this, I got my recorder for class out. He then went on a 14 minute rant about the God of all the Dragons from the D & D monster manual. I told him, after he was done, that I wanted him to listen to something. I started playing the recording. He listened and grew more and more red, and asked me to turn it off. "Honey, if you carried around a recorder, this is what it would sound like, 90% of the time." His response?

"Oh yeah? Well I listen to you babble about knitting."
"John, if I EVER babble at you without taking a breath for 14 minutes about yarn or knitting, you may stab me with one of my own knitting needles. Agreed?"
"Whatever. Your mom."


I love my house.

Tonight, I'm going to see Watchmen. I'm really excited because Wil Wheaton said it Did Not In Fact Suck, so I am hoping he isn't just fanboying about it.