Today I was telling Byron about an exasperating social situation and he rolled his eyes and asked What does Gordon think?
I answered Gordon is pro-chaos!
He replied Great. I agree with Gordon. In fact, how about you assume I agree with whatever he says, and skip telling me!
I furrowed my brow. Do you really think it advisable to appoint a San Francisco cheesemonger my sole confidante?
His answer was instant: Yes!
That might be interesting, though I really doubt that Gordon wishes to hear all of the random stuff burbling around in my brain. Though recently he said If you ever get rich and famous enough to hire an entourage, I call dibs on the position of your personal social interpreter.
I replied I definitely need an interpreter. But how would you signal things? Winks, sign language, cue cards?
He replied Microphone implants in our skulls.
My answer: Trepanation! One of my favorite things EVER!