Conversations with SubHub
This is an actual exchange between Hubs and I yesterday. Back story: We’re looking into buying shares of beef from a local farm.
Kookoolan Farms Ground Beef Shares!Back by popular demand in response to recent news stories about “pink slime” in commercial hamburger: shares of just ground beef, from our pasture-raised beef cattle.
SM: Maybe we could go in with someone else on this?
SH: Wasn’t this email essentially the plot for an episode of Portlandia?
lets talk about this when i get home.
We’re dorks. Ok, I’m a dork. He puts up with it.
So, we have free movie channels for a few months. All you have to do is call and say, “what deals do you have for current subscribers going on right now?” and Voila! Movies that you haven’t seen dozens of times and no commercials.
Cruising through our new channel options, we stumble on “late night programming.”
And there’s your setup.
SH: He looks like he’s going to throw up.
SM: Shhh. I missed the dialog. Wait, why is there dialog?
SM: Oh – hello – Fake!
SH: How can you tell?
SM: Real ones actually bounce.
SH: Oh, hey, Good Will Hunting is on. Let’s watch that.
We’ve clearly been married for a very long time.
“Daddy! I don’t want turkey! I don’t like turkey!”
“Hey Buddy, it’s not turkey. It’s meat.”
(It was TOTALLY turkey.)
“OW! That burned my finger!”
“That’s good. Your finger works.”
“DADDY! I DON’T LIKE THAT!”
I think it’s really funny.
Until he tries to use it on me, and then not so much.