Through the Bedroom Wall

Tonight, my brother and I went to see Tekken: Blood Vengeance in 3D, a one-night-only event in theaters across the country. Only twelve other people were in the audience. My real review of the movie requires flailing of my arms to express just how bad the plot was, so I'll save that for a vlog post, but the summary would go something like this: SO BAD. SO GOOD. Two thumbs up.

Shortly after we got home, Adam posted a link to my Facebook wall (not the one you know about! sorry! privacy!) that was titled "The 8 Worst Types of Blog on the Internet." I clicked through to the article, read it, and came back to say something quippy about the post. A conversation ensued in the Facebook comments that perfectly sums up everything I love about my relationship with my brother and everything I will miss about him should he choose to stay in L.A. after his six-week internship at the end of the summer.

Me: I'm relieved to find that I don't fall into any of those categories.

[In the one hour between that post and the next one, I managed to watch like twelve YouTube videos and sign up for VEDA. I need a babysitter.]

Me: I'm amused that they felt the need to add the qualifier "on the internet" to the title. Where else do you find blogs?
Adam: There's probably a diary stuck in Shelob's lair somewhere that technically qualifies as a "weblog".
Me: I raised you so well.
Me: Except for the part where you keep putting periods outside of quotation marks.
Adam: "."
Me: That looks like a startled LEGO head.
Adam: That also doubles as my "grammar apology face."
Me: It also looks like C-3PO, who is almost always startled, now that I think about it.
Adam: It seems I may have rubbed off on you a bit, too. :)
Me: We're the same person now, which explains all the "liking" going on in this thread. The main difference is that I want to marry Elijah Wood, and you want to marry your LEGOs.
Adam: My *Star Wars* LEGOs, to be specific.
Me: DID YOU HEAR ME LAUGH AT THAT THROUGH YOUR BEDROOM WALL? THIS IS MAYBE GETTING WEIRD.
Adam: NO. MY BASEBALL IS TOO LOUD. AND IT'S ALWAYS BEEN WEIRD. THAT IS WHY WE CONTINUE.
Me: I THOUGHT IT WAS TO MAKE EVERYONE ELSE JEALOUS.
Adam: THAT IS A FANTABULOUS PERK. DO YOU HEAR THAT WORLD?! NONE FOR YOU!! I WISH I COULD TYPE IN "MORE CAPITALER" LETTERS.
Me: FIN.
Adam: ROLL CREDITS.
Me: Is this where we list the names of all the people in our fan club? Because man, that could go on for a few hours.
Adam: Pfffff. They know who they are.
Adam: They're philosophically secure like that.
Me: I don't know if I feel comfortable snubbing a tradition put in place by Peter Jackson.
Me: Then again, The Hobbit being filmed in 3D makes me rethink his sanity.
Adam: Maybe just list the top 5 in your fan club, then. As a compromise.
Adam: I may have to count Jesus, though, to make it to 5.
Me: Did you get the dog already? I think he likes you sometimes.
Adam: The dog, Jesus, Mom, Dad, and the people who make Cheetos Puffs 'cause MAN am I making them rich.
Me: The cat, the family, the people who know my real last name, that guy who stalked me at Office Depot, and the people of the internet.
Adam: WE REALLY ARE COOL, AREN'T WE?
Me: *pops on 3D glasses* YOU KNOW IT.