We're living diametrically opposed lives

This AM I was at my place of employ, doing only enough as to appear occupied but not enough to cause me any lasting damage My knapsack began to vibrate.
I grabbed the phone.
'Just a second,' I whispered.
'K,' Mik said in hushed tones.
I dashed off to the restroom and pushed the door shut. "Okay, now we can talk. Sorry, I'm at work, gotta be discreet, y'know."
"I thought you'd be at work. I was expecting your voice mail."
"Oh, well, I can hang up and you can just leave a 'sorry I missed you.'"
"Shut up."
It's always fun to sneak a personal phone call on the clock. Tho I have this suspicion I'm allowed to take the occasional if it's important (as hearing from the sister is, of course)
"So, how you doin? How's work"
"Eh, it's boring. I read a lot. I'm working my way through the Jeeves and Wooster series. No, not the videos, the books."
"Oh that is just nuts!" At least with the vids I would've got the sexy, what do the books give me?
"It gets worse, it's 9:30 in the morning and not only am I at work but I'm wearing a suit coat, my hair is done and I have on make up."
"Meanwhile I'm on my way to be tongue kissed and dry humped onstage by unattractive men. We're living diametrically opposed lives."
"The question is, which one of us is having less fun."
Odd and as different as our existences are we find amusement in the same things. Cable and substances. What more is there, really? And before you answer, I read 3 books this week, read every available periodical, went to the park twice, took at least one 30 minute walk everyday, cleaned the house top to bottom and worked on a story. The way I see the world there's plenty of time for frivolity in televised or mixed drink form if you work hard enough at finding it. Or if you avoid social contact as much as possible. People tend to muddy up the whole mechanism.
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"You seem normal enough to me," said Mum. "Unless you're a sociopath, which you don't seem to be."
"Come now, Mum, sociopaths crave the company of humans. Oh sure, in the end they kill them, but the craving remains."
"You're funny."
*******
"Y'know Pop, I would be very happy in New York. It's a great town. Full of people that only care if you live or die because they don't want your death on their hands specifically."
"A perfect place for you. But you'd have to live so outside the city to be able to afford being in the city. The commute from here would be murder."
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"Hey Sissy," I said after we'd been talking for a little over ten minutes, "I better amscray before they notice I'm gone."
"Yeah, go pretend you're busy."
"Stay gold Pony Boy, love you."
She missed the reference, "We'll talk soon. Love ya."

"I have to go rescue your sister..."
"What, I just talked to her this morning!"
"From her piece of shit car."
"Oh, that. Thank goodness, I was worried."
"No trauma but a stupid CV joint."
"Hell, we're lucky that car is still on the road at all."

Me and Dad talked about the amazing capability of the modern computer.
"Who invented the first hard drive?" he asked.
"Big Blue."
"Was it?"
"And it was as big as a pizza pan!"
"Bigger than that."
"And our first computer only had 64 mg of memory!"
"K, kid, it had 64k of memory. If it had 64 mg that would've been amazing."
"It's crazy, you can't even think in k anymore. Terrabytes are easier to grasp than kilobytes."
Then we argued about the worth of the iPod.
"So CDs weren't as good as vinyl and now the mp3 isn't as good as the CD. I'm building a car with sound proof everything and I can put in six top quality speakers and then I'm supposed to get an iPod that gives me lossy music of below CD quality to sit on my dash and look good."
"If you're not seduced by the pretty, which I admit that I am, you can purchase something like a Creative Zen with 40 GB of memory that allows you to upload music in CD quality format. It just doesn't look as good on the dashboard."
Me and Daddy are what the kids are called geeks. We argue about mp3 vs mp4 vs CD quality and the issues of lossy compressed audio format. We talk about the idea of the modern jukebox with 200 GB of available memory and an endless array of tunes for the searching individual. This is why he would never be invited to parties if it weren't for Mum. And why I wouldn't be any fun if I was invited. What amuses me is all shades of not interesting to most other humans.

My fun event o'the day. Great Escape was having a big ole sidewalk sale. VHS was $1. That's so uncool to buy VHS, but this was too cheap to even pass up. If I hate the movie I can set it on fire and dance around on the embers. No loss to me!
I bought so many videos I wouldn't even be able to rent (but reckon one day soon I'll be able to convert to a hard drive containing 200-ish GB of mem)Sense and Sensibility, Swing Kids,Much Ado About Nothing,Last Days of Disco a video that is selling for ridiculous funds on amazon, Dead Poets Society, and one DVD, Vertigo or as I like to call it: Oh my God, George Bailey is so creepy it isn't even funny and it makes me afraid!
Guess the (totally unintentional) theme and get a cookie!

Mmmmm cookies!