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bio: chris

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On Sting (and other crap)
Things I Say to My Dad, Because (like myself) He Thinks, Irrationally, He's Going to Die Soon
Why Hipstamatic Was Invented
Happy Mother's Day, Y'all
Black Pear Tree (Guest Post from John Darnielle)

Dirty Harry vs. Blade Runner
I thought my dad's favorite movie was Dirty Harry.

I could be wrong, though. It was either Dirty Harry or Blade Runner. I couldn't remember.

So I called dad, just to be sure.

Mom answered.

"So hey, how 'bout them Huskies?"

For once, I wasn't calling about the Huskies.

MOM: Up 20 at the half! Did you see Rudy Gay flex his arm at Marcus Williams? What was up with that?

Yeah, mom. But I'm not actually calling about the Huskies.

MOM: On the ROAD! At CUSE!

HONKY: Yeah. We look good. I hope we get a piece of Duke in the tournament.

MOM: Oh, I do to. We're gonna make ‘em HURT!

HONKY: Yeah. But I'm not actually calling about the game. I'm calling because I wanna know what Dad's favorite movie is.

MOM: I think it's Blade Runner.

HONKY: Is it Blade Runner, or is it Dirty Harry? Cuz I remember him quoting Dirty Harry to me all the time when I was a kid.

MOM: I think it's Blade Runner. I'd ask him, but he's in the bathroom for halftime. You know how it is now, with the colon thing and all.

HONKY: That's cool.

MOM: So yeah. We're lookin' good.

HONKY: Good.. good. So Blade Runner, eh? I'm still thinking Dirty Harry.

MOM:: Well he's coming downstairs now. Let me ask him
Hey, it's Chris.

DAD: Huskies RULE!

MOM: No, he wants to know what your favorite movie is.

DAD: Blade Runner.

HONKY: You sure it's not Dirty Harry?

MOM: You sure it's not Dirty Harry?

DAD: No. It's Blade Runner.

MOM: No. It's Blade Runner.

HONKY: Well crap.

MOM: Crap what?

HONKY: Ah, nothing... never mind.

Well, this kills my post about how Dirty Harry is my dad's favorite movie. This sucks, cuz I've been feeling very Dirty Harry-esque lately – about how I've been holding .357 Magnums to heads, kicking ass, and taking names. But noooo, Dad has to go off and start likin' Blade Runner an' shit.

MOM: We're getting Big East Tournament tickets. Wanna go?

HONKY: Yeah, ma. That'll be fun.

MOM: Oh. okay. Well, you have a good night. Talk to you later.

HONKY: Talk to you later mom.

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