I just noticed something today as Greg and I were in the kitchen, he microwaving enormous portions of egg beaters and I shoveling heaping spoonfuls of Lucky Charms into my mouth…a good 90% of the things he and I say to each other when no one is around amounts to complete and utter nonsense.
Here’s some sample dialogue:
Steve: What the heck?!
Steve: Where do they come up with these shooting star marshmallow shapes? That has no place in Lucky Charms. Hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots of gold, and rainbows and the red balloons. Now the song doesn’t work. Where does shooting stars fit in there?
Greg: Try that song again, Steve.
Steve: Hearts, stars…oh, I see. Stars. Nevermind.
Greg: Ooooh…my eggs are bubbling. Look at it.
That’s like the most brilliant dialogue we’ve exchanged the entire day. The rest borders on incoherence. Things like “Ahh…ponies are pretty” or “Cripes! Where are my pants? Who moved my pants?” are the norm. Sometimes the exchanges don’t even take the form of words. I stumble out of the bedroom in the morning, hold up my hand, and grunt out a spirited “uuuunnnggh,” to which Greg replies “eh”. We then sit at our computers in complete silence.
I wish our meaningless banter had some sort of facade of intelligence. Sorta like most discussion in undergraduate literature classes:
“Well, I think that the sexuality expressed in Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” is a sexuality of the soul.”
“It seems that the dichotomy present in Donne is that some of his work is steeped in licentious metaphysical conceits while some is pious and reflective.”
What do these things mean to you and I? Jack squat. But boy, do they make you sound intelligent. Sure, it looks good, but underneath they’re only elementary observations or unfounded claims. It’s still better than, “Unnngh.” Well, maybe…
Well, in the words of Nick and the spirit of nonsense, I close this post: