Flyingcursor wrote:
Your fine. You can't have enough Hinkley jokes. Especially during the holiday season.
It's a fine tradition; sit around the fire, snuggle up close, and tell stories of attempted presidential assassinations.
I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch with one friend from high school. Back in the early eighties, she had a huge crush on George Michael. Every once in a while I would casually mention, "You know he's gay, right?" and she'd get upset and declare "No he's not!!!". I imagine she ran home, put on her CHOOSE LIFE t-shirt and declared her undying love to all the posters in her bedroom. Good times.
I was sorely tempted when he officially came out to dig up her number and give her a "ha-ha" phone call, but never did. I assumed she'd just bring up my predilection towards dressing up like Doctor Who and going to sci-fi conventions. And then she would remind that while yes, she did have a crush on a gay pop star in high school, she had in fact dated while I on the other hand, well, dressed up like Doctor Who and went to sci-fi conventions.
I imagine my life will be much the same tomorrow as yesterday despite knowing Ms. Foster is officially gay. It's not like she was going to sleep with me were she straight. I do wish she would do another movie with David Fincher though.