Me (in reference to my continued frustration with trying to write my thesis): “It’s kind of like giving birth… except it’s the kind of giving birth where you’re afraid it might turn out to be an alien.”
*Pause*
Gil: “I’m an alien.”
“What?”
“All of my children will be lizards.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Years from now when you have lizard babies you’ll remember this conversation.”
April 23rd, 2010 at 6:32 pm
Nice.