Kat called tonight when I was in Purple's office winding down from the day. She wanted to say hi to Purple, so I doubled back and relayed hi from her to Purple; Purple said something back, and one thing led to another. Shortly I was handing the phone over to Purple, who got some sort of hilarious scolding, based on a mishearing of "as if" as "Azz".

Kat has declared some provisional approvals.

The reality of them talking is hilarious, if terrifying.

• A hilarious version of the pronoun conversation which took a detour through Second Life.


• Waking up at 6am with the thought "You know what? This is a great
  time for an oil change."


• Getting to work before all the parking disappears, even with the oil change.


• "I always thought you were a sick person, but now I know you definitely are!" -- Purple, upon hearing the 6am bit.


• The many ways in which the concept that the oil light is an emergency situation got reinforced to Figment at the start of that ill-fated date: my vehement lecture, the concurrent clunking noise from his engine, the subsequent hike and tow truck odyssey, and then the engine
  replacement.


• Categorizing typos, written and otherwise.


• Being exactly as helpful as a ferret in a bowl of packing peanuts.


• Accidentally magnetizing the whole silverware drawer.

( It gets worse before it gets better. )

And now, a gif of some ferrets bouncing around in a bowl of packing peanuts.

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