The true master of enlightenment

I came home from work one day, as I am wont to do on occasion, and began talking to Becky, as also happens every so often. This time however, things seemed a little different, almost like our roles were reversed. I was talking a million miles an hour and Becky was just working on dinner with a bemused expression saying "uh huh" and "oh really?" when the situation required.

It was like the twilight zone.

I had watched the first episode of The Walking Dead the night before, and all day at work I had been thinking about the "scary monsters" genre. You know, like vampires and werewolves and zombies et al. Thus, that was the topic of our conversation that evening. Here are a few gems, showcasing my nonfunctional frontal lobe capacity that evening:

Jameson: "I think the perfect counter for vampires would be robots."
Becky: "Yeah because they can't be bitten."
Jameson: "...Oh yeah I guess that works too."
Becky: "What were you thinking of!?"
Jameson: "They can't be seduced!"

Five minutes later...

Jameson: "I think the least frightening creature is Frankenstein."
Becky: "That's because Frankenstein was a scientist."
Jameson: "Frankenstein's MON-STER. First off because he wasn't actually bad, second..."
Becky: "That's right. He was just looking for love."
Jameson: "Just like Rigoletto."

That's right. We have enlightening conversations in our home.