true love

last night at heidi's pies i spied a young couple that appeared to be married. they were both fat nerds of the well groomed variety (that is, the male one actually keeps his beard neatly trimmed and brushes his shoulder-length hair occasionally). he was reading a terry pratchett novel and she was reading another novel. they were smiling and happy. their food came and they ate it while reading. they did not speak to each other, and that didn't put any frowns on their faces.

he had a tshirt on that read: you're reading my tshirt. that's enough social interaction for one day.

the shirt was only in jest, though, as they cheerily chatted with the waitress and decided that they were not too pudgy to order dessert.

it was great to see two people so well adjusted to each other and to their own particular...

idioms, sir!

yes, idioms. i and they are fortunate to live in a time and place where (finally) people like that can be prosperous and happy, and, maybe, just maybe, someday rule the world.

it is curious to note that had my own life not taken a different tack (gratuitous sailing term metaphor!) i myself may have ended up as a very well adjusted, happy pudgy nerd with a happy pudgy nerd wife, never speaking when there was sci-fi to be read, (and here i extrapolate and imagine) enjoying less-than-vigorous exercise like walks at the ren faire or photography trips, and having a sympathetic ear when complaining about all the idiots in the world who couldn't grep their way out of a wet paper bag, even if it wasn't a wet paper bag of plenty and they didn't have a Vorpal Scissors +2.