So the little man and I were hanging out, just relaxing in the glow of each others’ majestic presence…when he started to regale me with some Cliff Clavin-style factoids. About what squirrels like to eat. According to him the top three are acorns, strawberries and…donuts. Very cute. Until he sneezed all over my keyboard. Yuck. Then there’s the husband. I may have mentioned this before, but he is a mumbler from way back. This is a problem for me, as I grew up around and have mostly associated with more vociferous folks, who happen to enunciate clearly (even if I don’t always care for the subjects they choose to expound upon). I’m trying to adjust to life with this soft-spoken man. Really, I am. But when he mumbles something into his monitor, with his back to me, can I really be expected to understand it? The other day it was like playing telephone, only with just the two of us.
What I heard: “Sadly, we look on…mumble mumble mumble”
What he said: “Sadly, Lagaan is without subtitles”
And it looks like he’s downloa…I mean acquired yet another foreign film that is lacking in subtitles. I was looking forward to watching Last Life in the Universe. Sadly I do not speak Thai.
