Momnesia

Alice and I are deciding where to eat for lunch.

Alice: Do you want to eat at Convenient Location A or Convenient Location B?
Me: I don't know. That's like asking me to choose between salmonella and E. coli.

Alice and I are discussing graduate school programs. We are ambitious, see. We have dreams. But these dreams, they cost ALL the money and dollars. And time... who has it? Still, Alice thought she'd found an online solution. But then I pooped on it.

Me: That's not covered under the Tuition Assistance Program.

Alice: Figures.

She reviews an in-state communications masters, but it's difficult to have confidence in an online masters in communications when the school's own website is nearly unnavigable.

Alice: Looks like a masters in public administration from ASU, it is!

Me: It'll be worth it. And mostly free. Then you can stop being a tool OF The Man and start BEING The Man.

Alice: You should put that on some coffee mugs.

Me: That should be their marketing tagline. Let's call them now.

We're talking about our perceptions of a very obnoxious individual.

"I just can't imagine him ever being young."

"Oh, come on, can't you imagine him in a bar rocking out to, like, Boston?"

"I wonder what kind of music he actually likes..."

"I bet he thinks he likes jazz. But he really doesn't."