The scene: Monday night. We are tired. Lloyd is working in front of his giant monitor.
Lloyd: “Come read my new rubric for web design class.” (That’s right, we use words like ‘rubric’ around here. We’re Smarty-Smartersons.)
Me: “Mm-hmmm. Yes… looks good….” (Counting in my head to seventy-five while staring at the screen and pretending to know what it means. What the heck is a rubric, anyway?)
Lloyd: “You’re not really reading, are you?”
Luckily, at this point his giant monitor starts to flicker in a mad, seizure-inducing way.
Lloyd gets very, very quiet.
I start laughing.
I stop laughing.
I take pictures.
Lloyd messes with the controls and continues to be very, very quiet.
I go to my trusty, non-broken computer, look up “Gateway monitor flicker” and find many, many angry people in the world who hate Gateway with a fiery passion because their monitors have also betrayed them.
Lloyd is also doing research, watching (through the flicker) a video of someone who is speaking in a calm, comforting voice – like a person highly trained in comforting the bereaved.
I get bored and start watching YouTube videos.
Lloyd quietly hisses, “Stop watching videos. You’re using all my bandwidths.”
I go to bed and leave him alone in his sorrow.
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Oh, and just so you know, though in this story I seem like a really awful, heartless person – I know what a rubric is.