We were getting ready to watch The Bourne Legacy (which was rather good; Jeremy Renner has improbably long eyelashes. It makes viewing things containing him interesting) and I was fiddling on the Internet, as always. My fiancé said something along the lines of "Well, what are you doing?"
I said "Leaving a reply on a Bloggess post. I'm amazed that her husband continues to argue with her."
My fiancé: You've got to figure he's used to her by now. Or has superpowers.
I said: His name is Victor.
My fiancé: See, that's why. His name is Victor, which means he's the winner.
Me: Well, I don't think that's the way it works. But their conversations, or the ones she posts, are a lot like the ones we have where you end up confused or frustrated and I'm laughing madly.
Our housemate: You mean every conversation you have?