She's really starting to get concerned about the Geekfest. She says it's getting worse. I tried to explain it to her, she isn't buying it. Says it's not normal. Not healthy. Sick, in fact. That we're all just a bunch of sick Goobers ticky-tick-tick-ticking away all the time about nothing. She yells up to me, What are you doing?! She walks in to check on what I'm writing. I say, What do you think you're going to see here that would be of any interest to you? Not a thing, she says. How can you stand it? she says. She says, I think you have a problem. I'm serious. You didn't do anything you said you were going to do today. The phone line is always tied up. You didn't come to bed last night. You need to get help. You need to get a life.
HELP ME GUYS, HELP ME!! HELP ME AUDIOGONERS!!
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nah - you kidding? I got it all under control.
HELP ME GUYS, HELP ME!! HELP ME AUDIOGONERS!!
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nah - you kidding? I got it all under control.