when my cousin and i see each other (not amazingly often) and there's like forty minutes of pure geeking before we have anything resembling a serious conversation, and then it's about larp characters
i'm not even exaggerating
also, this email conversation with the aforementioned cousin:
Her: IAMHAPPYBUTINOLIKEYTHEALTERATEREALITYCUZWILLYOWISAVAMYYESYES
Me: yes yes
willyow is a vam

Her: Wampy villow i is a wumpire
Me: i'm a milk
Her: What the h?
Me: if you're a wumpire, i'm a milk. a fortunate milk. an extremely fortunate milk. a happy milk. a weird milk. an incredibly scary, apparently talking, world-ending-or-saving Canadian geek milk.
Her: My mom laughed at that.
Her: My mom said "save it,read it at her wedding"
Me: luckily, i don't intend to get married or i might be worried about that.
i'm cooking sausage at ten nineteen at night. totally not weird.
all capitalized letters abandoned me. i don't know why.
Her: Okie Dokie.
Me: i am eating a cookie.
Her: Thats great. I have created a joss wheadon baby!
Me: This is a marvelous day.