Quote of the day:
Andy: Hey, you wrote that barbaric yawp thing on the mirror.
Me: Actually, Walt Whitman wrote that.
Andy: You're a jerk.
(In case you don't recognize it, that's "I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world," from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass.) I didn't tell him that it had taken 2 days before he noticed it.
(Thinking I should name all pets after poets from now on, just to confuse Andy when stuff like this happens.
"Hey you wrote that thing on the mirror!" "Actually it was Tennyson." "The cat?!?!")
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