At Least They're Committed

Cathy: “For Christ’s sake, Tripping Raul! We were trying to stay lighthearted and insightful on here, remember? No more angst?”

Tripping Raul: “Eh, stop your sniveling. It’s unnatural to be happy-happy-joy-joy all the time. And for that matter it’s annoying. . . . besides, that wasn’t me, it was Leah.”

Leah: “Yup, it was me.”

Cathy: “I did a test, you know. I hopped on a ‘reader’ and it pulls in the original content. All of the original ‘rants’ are still there — it doesn’t update it or kill it when I’ve come in and edited.”

Tripping Raul: “Whoa! That I did not know. Right down to my isle vs. aisle and main vs. mane, I suppose.”

Leah: “Nor did I. Unfortunate.”

Cathy: “So can we be a little more purposeful on here?”

Tripping Raul: “Doubtful.”

Leah: “Definitely not.”

Cathy: “Why can’t we just be clever and funny?”

Tripping Raul: “Mostly because then we’d have to be clever and funny to begin with.”

Leah: “Yup.”

Cathy: “So we’re incapable of being clever and funny? Is that what you’re saying?”

Tripping Raul: “Yes.”

Leah: “Snarky, though. We can be snarky.”

Cathy: *Sigh* “That’s not even a real word.”

Tripping Raul: “All the better.”

Leah: “Yup.”