Googles, or This Post Lacks Irony
It is pretty cool to meet someone who will sit with you on a Saturday night re-reading A Midsummer Night's Dream
while you re-read Harriet the Spy
, and every once in a while you read funny passages aloud to each other, and then you somehow get to talking about Hamlet
and whether or not he's crazy and why Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show up, so then you both look at Hamlet
to try and prove your points, and this all goes on for hours until you both have to get up and get some leftover pasta out of the fridge. And then you listen to some Rage Against the Machine.
Sorry. It is very difficult to be sardonic when this happens.