Recently, a friend of mine engaged me in The Gchat. The conversation went something like this:
Him: We never hang out anymore.
Me: So let's hang out.
Me: Next week. We'll go to dinner.
Him: You mean like a date?
Me: Sure. I dunno...do you want it to be a date?
Him: Hold on...
Then he called me (like, on the phone!) and said, "Red, do you want to go on a date next week?" And I said, "Sure."
Then he sent me a text the day before our (admittedly tentative) date and said he was stuck on travel for work. Fair enough, I thought. "Another time," I said. He never rescheduled. I wasn't really mad about it because we've been friends for awhile and going on a "date" would probably be weird anyway, but I still like to give him crap about it...especially while encouraging you all to go visit and read and comment on the blog he started. It's not as wonderful and hilarious as this blog, natch, but, you know, what else have you got going on today. Work? hahahahahahahaha.
So if you like debates about which band is better, Pearl Jam or Nirvana, and listening to people complain about Facebook, check out Brand New Nothing. Tell him he owes me dinner.