Talking to Sean over the weekend, I found myself spending at least half an hour describing several episodes of I Dream of Jeannie in excruciating detail.
I can’t say exactly how that happened. It seems like when I talk to someone who’s exceptionally interesting or funny I find myself steering things towards the boring and mundane, I guess so that our conversational balance doesn’t create a black hole of super-intelligence and hilarity so immense that it would suck the Earth into its own wormhole and destroy life as we know it.
No need to thank me.