I Can Haz Pillow Talk!

2010 at 5am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

My IRL friends like to joke that I eat the internet for breakfast.  On good days, I feel like this is true. You know, those are the days when I’m managing to blog, tweet, respond to email, and somehow READ THE BOOKS that make this whole machine keep spinning in the first place, and I’m doing it productively.

(As opposed to most days, when I’m doing it all and feeling like nothing is getting done. I think there’s something to the idea that multitasking actually makes us less efficient.)

But where was I?  Oh, yes, eating the internet for breakfast.

Those are the good days, but on the bad days, I feel more like the internet has eaten me. Or, my brain, to be more precise.

Those are the days when Bob hands me a cup of coffee, and I respond not with “thank you,” but “I can haz coffee?”  Or when a friend delivers bad news and I say not, “God, I’m so sorry,” but “Oh, sadface.”  I know. It’s bad. The interweb speak is creeping into my daily life.

And now it has made its way into the bedroom. 

I give you Pillow Talk: The “Internet is Evil” Edition.

So, we’re lying in bed the other night, and I’m telling Bob about how two of my close friends are pregnant, and now it seems like everyone around me is all YAY BABIES!

Me: It’s just weird, you know? All of a sudden it’s like ALL BABIES, ALL THE TIME.  I feel like I’m defective or something for not having baby fever.

Bob: (channeling The Big Lebowski) You want a baby? I can get you a baby.

Both: You want a toe? I can get you a toe.

(This was one of those moments of “couple brain,” where you both just know what you’re referring to because it’s been a shared joke for so long.)

Me: You can get me a baby?  You don’t want to make one, do you?

Bob: No. But I can get you one.

Me: Oh yeah?

Bob: Sure. I’ll steal one. I can get you a baby. There’s a black market for babies, you know.

Me: Well that’s an idea.

Bob: Yes, and I’ll turn it into a booming business.  I will have a baby stealing empire.

Me: You know what you can call your company?  I Can Haz Baby.

Both: I can haz baby?!

I told you we’re twisted, people.  Here’s our future logo:

For your viewing pleasure (and if you haven’t seen The Big Lebowski, do it now!)

Please comfort me by telling me how the interweb has creepened its way into your real life, too.

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