I've been playing a lot of Halo 2 on Xbox Live recently, and have encountered a not-surprising effect that whenever I say something during a game with people I don't know, one of the pimply-nosed 16 year old boys in the game will invariably say "Dude, is there a girl on our team?"
I have been trying to think of a good comeback to this line; last week I finally came up with "No, I'm a 13 year old boy whose voice hasn't broken yet and thanks for rubbing it in." I thought I was so witty, I was really looking forward to trying out my new line to see if it got a laugh.
Unfortunately, someone beat me to it tonight. While playing a game with a few punks who spent more time talking about how they "wanted to play with a team that wasn't made up of stupid funguses" than actually collaborating with their team members, I said "You know what they say, stupid fungus is as stupid fungus does." It made me smile, I figured it might be amusing to others as well.
I was plenty surprised at the reaction I got, however; they actually assumed I was that 13 year old boy without me actually using my line, because after all, why would a chick ever play Halo 2? They proceeded to call me brilliantly creative names like "PeeWee Herman" and ask me when my bedtime was.
Oh man, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. I think I have stretch marks older than these kids.
Not that reaching a certain age is any guaranteed sign of maturity, but not calling people "stupid funguses" is. :-)
an aside: the mask of motherhood book is good, no?
how do you like the faulkner fox book (i've had it on my amazon.com wish list for a while....)
sorry for the randomz.
Posted by: sweetney | November 24, 2004 at 05:20 AM
Honestly, I didn't like it that much. I much preferred the mask of motherhood. Faulkner's book was as the title implies a first person story that talked about her own life. I was expecting that when I read it, but I didn't walk away with any new learnings or strategies to apply to my own life, or even anything new to think about.
Posted by: KC Lemson | November 24, 2004 at 11:44 AM