A short interview
EvilBlogWorldWhichHasSuckedMeIn (EBWWHSMI): Thanks for joining us today, Yen.
YMT: Avec plaisir!
EBWWHSMI: Excuse me?
YMT: Sorry, I didn't mean to speak in a foreign tongue.
EBWWHSMI: Yes, well, this is America and it's only right to speak the our national language. In fact, it should be THE LAW to speak American!
YMT: I totally agree. Right on, brutha'.
EBWWHSMI: I'm more woman than man, actually... wait, let's see your green card.
YMT: I don't have one.
EBWWHSMI: Aha! I demand to hear the American alphabet...in order.
YMT: Okay, but I am a citizen. And I've always gotten my Ks and Ls mixed up.
EBWWHSMI: OH, me too! You know, that whole middle section... HEY, your foreign national tricks aren't going to work on me.
YMT: Sorry. Here's my naturalization paper.
EBWWHSMI: That's you?
YMT: Yeah, why?
EBWWHSMI: What's that on top of your head?
YMT: My hair.
(Silence.)
YMT: Come on, I was 14.
EBWWHSMI: It's so... high. I'm sorry, I can't look at it anymore.
YMT: Weren't you going to ask me some questions?
EBWWHSMI: Was I?
YMT: Don't you want to know anything about me?
EBWWHSMI: Not... really... anymore.
YMT: Oh.
(hoo hoo)
EBWWHSMI: Uh, don't do that. Don't cry. Please.
YMT: It's just that...
EBWWHSMI: HEY look, I DO have a question.
YMT: Excellente! I mean, excellent.
EBWWHSMI: Do you think man and machine will ever mate?
YMT: Hmmm... I have to say, "yes". I don't know how and I don't know when, but I'm all for it if the name of this machine starts with I and rhymes with tripod. Oh yes.
EBWWHSMI: Okgreatthanksbye.
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« May 21, 2006 1:57 PM | Post a Comment »
2 comment(s):
said:
I want to say for the sake of anyone tapping (I mean, casually and wholly legally listening to) this conversation, I really really really don't know this person. I mean, why would someone like me ever want to talk to such an odd, and clearly FOREIGN person? Besides, she buys her vacuums in weird places. No one does that, you know........
and MY relationship with my iPod is PURELY PLUTONIC!!
yen said:
HEY! ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
Hmmm...your name is oddly familiar. Or maybe it's just odd. In any case, I love you. You, dear Internet User, who I may or not know, have left my first comment. And...(sniff, sniff) I'll never forget this moment.
You'll call me tomorrow, won't you?
