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Id: We could buy Neil Gaiman a Carribean island.
Super Ego: Well yes, technically, I suppose we could. If we had a lot of money and knew Neil Gaiman.
Id: You don't have to know someone to buy them an island.
Super Ego: But I bet if you don't, the real estate agent looks at you funny.
Ego: [Googles] Look! They're not even that expensive!
Super Ego: You have $75K lying around that you haven't mentioned? And that's for the low end.
Ego: Not just US, idiot. We could contact all the people who read his LJ feed! And his actual journal!
Super Ego: Which we're hacking into how, without him seeing it? I presume this is supposed to be a surprise?
Ego: We must know someone who knows someone who can ask his daughter. Anyway, if everybody gave just $10...
Id: What is this, a pyramid scheme?
Super Ego: You know, there are actual starving people in the world. Why don't you get everyone to give $10 to that?
Ego: Because they won't. There's no hook. Anyway, we could set it up as a trust to and keep track of everyone who gives separately so it doesn't go over the $10,000 limit and become taxable...
Id and Super Ego: Even we're bored. Shut up!
Ego: [pouts]
Super Ego: You do realize he doesn't even want an island. That was a conditional statement! And a joke!
Id: That's not the point.
Super Ego: Then what IS the point?
Id: To see his face.
Super Ego: But you *wouldn't* see his face. Because WE DON'T KNOW NEIL GAIMAN.
Id: We could imagine his face.
Super Ego: You could do that now, and look how much trouble we've saved.
Id: It's not the same. I thought you were supposed to like giving people presents! It's all... altruistic. And stuff.
Super Ego: Why can't you just want sex and ice cream like everyone else? I'm blaming this on the hormones.
Hormones: Everybody's a critic.
Super Ego: Thank god no one knows how crazy we are.
Id: [posts] That's what you think.
Super Ego: Well yes, technically, I suppose we could. If we had a lot of money and knew Neil Gaiman.
Id: You don't have to know someone to buy them an island.
Super Ego: But I bet if you don't, the real estate agent looks at you funny.
Ego: [Googles] Look! They're not even that expensive!
Super Ego: You have $75K lying around that you haven't mentioned? And that's for the low end.
Ego: Not just US, idiot. We could contact all the people who read his LJ feed! And his actual journal!
Super Ego: Which we're hacking into how, without him seeing it? I presume this is supposed to be a surprise?
Ego: We must know someone who knows someone who can ask his daughter. Anyway, if everybody gave just $10...
Id: What is this, a pyramid scheme?
Super Ego: You know, there are actual starving people in the world. Why don't you get everyone to give $10 to that?
Ego: Because they won't. There's no hook. Anyway, we could set it up as a trust to and keep track of everyone who gives separately so it doesn't go over the $10,000 limit and become taxable...
Id and Super Ego: Even we're bored. Shut up!
Ego: [pouts]
Super Ego: You do realize he doesn't even want an island. That was a conditional statement! And a joke!
Id: That's not the point.
Super Ego: Then what IS the point?
Id: To see his face.
Super Ego: But you *wouldn't* see his face. Because WE DON'T KNOW NEIL GAIMAN.
Id: We could imagine his face.
Super Ego: You could do that now, and look how much trouble we've saved.
Id: It's not the same. I thought you were supposed to like giving people presents! It's all... altruistic. And stuff.
Super Ego: Why can't you just want sex and ice cream like everyone else? I'm blaming this on the hormones.
Hormones: Everybody's a critic.
Super Ego: Thank god no one knows how crazy we are.
Id: [posts] That's what you think.