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[phosfate]

So my sister Kim came to stay for a couple of weeks, while...you know. It worked out okay. She's good at cleaning, I'm good at sorting and chucking, and my big brother is good at dealing with idiots and paperwork. We're like the Galaxy Trio, only better animated.

However, Kim and I live on different planets. This is only to be expected, since there's 11 years between us. She likes Anderson Cooper and shows about people with extra heads who have multiple births of 750-pound men. I punish her with Aqua Teen Hunger Force and The Colbert Report (it takes her two days to figure out that the latter is not in fact a real news show).

Anyway, we have conversations.

(In the bookstore)
Kim: Camey Kay's Girls? What's Camey Kays?
Me: Uh...Kamikaze Girls.
Kim: Oh.

(In the hospice, she spots me yanking out an eyebrow hair.)
Kim: Stop that! What are you doing?
Me: Oh. Sorry. I've been kind of...worrying at my eyebrows, the last couple weeks. It'll stop when this is over with.
Kim: Oh Jesus. Well, stop it. (pause) At least you don't do that thing where you pull your hair out.
Me: Well, not anymore.
Kim: Oh, my God! When did you...
Me: Oh, y'know. Junior high, high school.
Kim: Oh, my God!
Me: Only a little!
Kim: Jesus.
Me: It was 25 years ago. Chill.
Kim: Jesus. What made you stop?
Me: Now that I think about it, Dad² finally died.
Kim: (pause) Oh Jesus! (busts up laughing)

(My niece and nephew have a band called Eux Autres*, so we're talking about their music 'n stuff. A pattern emerges. A pattern of DEATH! Sorry. Little melodrama there.)
Kim: [Her daughter] really likes [some band I've never heard of]. Do you like them?
Me: Who?
Kim: She likes [some band I've never heard of].
Me: I have literally never heard of them.
Kim: That's weird. You used to, like, know everything about music.
Me: Yeah. That's kind of gone. My musical brain stops around 1990 or so.
Kim: What happened?
Me: Kurt Cobain shot himself. Then my radio station went country overnight without telling anyone.
Kim: Oh.
Me: It was horrible. I woke up one morning, and there was Garth Brooks.
Kim: I understand.


*Google them. They're batshit cool.

Comments

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

I would enjoy seeing the better animated Galaxy Trio together. Just once. I have a feeling just once would be all mah widdle brain could handle.

Gotta go google a batshit cool band now. *whoosh*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Mom has this story where the pediatrician came to the house when somebody was sick (this was back when they did that), and said to her on his way out: "I couldn't live with this family. Every one of you has a totally different personality." Like it was a bad thing. I don't know what her reply was.

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Reminds me a bit of my mom, who felt VERY smug after having me, and sort of figuring out what kinda kid I was. She felt like a Very Good Capable Mom.

Then my little bro David came along. And my mom rolled her eyes and wailed "I memorized the instruction manual! This one isn't even the same manufacturer, much less the same model!"

And to this day, Dave and I are SO proud of that. We rule.