Smart Folk: Not Like Us

Yes, this week it is indeed The Sweetney Theater Company Presents... round these parts. You'll live.

[Setting: Our Living Room, Tuesday Evening.]

Him, pointing to a photo of an acquaintance on his computer: See this guy? He's a genius.

Me: Oh?

Him: Yeah. Just brilliant. But he smells.

Me: Like, he doesn't bathe?

Him: No, he bathes. He's just... (searching for adequately descriptive word) (fails to find that word)... all over the place*.

Me: Well, you know geniuses are frequently not terribly concerned with hygiene. Its not really on the top of their list of priorities.

Him: What IS at the top of the Genius List Of Priorities?

Me: Making their hair all voluminously crazy. Writing theorums. Making other people feel inferior.

Him: Rigging up DeLoreans for time travel.

Me: Discretely depositing suspicious packages in well-trafficked public spaces.

Him: Coming up with new quark flavors.

Me: And collecting unusual pets. Like rats. Or bugs. Or, like, reanimated human heads.

[uncomfortable silence]

Me: Hey, American Idol is on tonight!

Him: Awesome. Is that Sanjaya guy still on?

Aaaaaand SCENE.

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*I have no idea what this means either.