#TeamFatherDaughterTwitterExchanges
Posted on November 3, 2014 Posted by John Scalzi 34 Comments
From last night.
(for those of you seeing this tag run off the screen, it says: #teamshesthedaughterwealwayswantedtheonewhogoestobedwhenshestold)
We’re like this in real life, too. Minus the hashtags.
Ironically, the pulp is high in recalcitrance.
That’s why she doesn’t need more of it.
My daughter won’t tell me her Twitter account, probably to avoid situations like what was witnessed above. (She’s 14, so that would surely trip the “embarrassing me in public” meter.) On the bright side, her Twitter account is invite-only, so not just any wierdo was follow her, and she lets me respond to her texts like I’m Director Couslon talking to a field agent.
I thought we all discovered who Missy was on Doctor Who.
I thought it was all about ethics in game journalism.
Missy is my cat. You can’t have my cat. Besides, Missy would be even more recalcitrant than Athena.
I look forward to my daughter and I being more like this as she gets older. She’s only 7 and it’s already begun; I may in fact be doomed.
I got a good laugh at this last night. Then I showed it to my wife, who also laughed. We also wondered if your house (and possibly the entire county) is powered by the movement of your wife rolling her eyes at you two.
Also, I really hope I can have conversations like this with my daughters when they get older.
Teenagers can be so delightful.
sign me up for creamy peanut butter orange juice.
I love following the two of you on Twitter.
Maybe the time change mixed things up, but who goes to bed at 7:30 pm?
the daughter we always wanted?
A bit mean there, dad….
Awesome.
Aw, you’re going to miss her when she goes to college.
who goes to bed at 7:30 pm?
Local timezones. Shows as 3:30 am here
Wow, that’s exactly how my son of 14 years and I (of 15 years, according to my beloved wife) are. I feel at ease now. All is right with the world.
And peanut butter with orange juice??? I’ll have to try that, but it may not end well.
I have this far resisted following Athena on Twitter because it feels vaguely creepy. This is not making it easier. :-)
THUS, dagnabbit. Stupid autocorrect.
That Athena’s a woman of good taste.
Mine created us a power-point presentation at 13 to show us how turning off the internet at 10pm would create the Antichrist…and make her hate us. It was awesomely hysterical.
I assume you’ve seen http://www.ovff.org/pegasus/songs/close-your-eyes.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMezrXzlWdI
And creamy peanut butter is lame, even if it doesn’t have Crisco mixed into it.
Orange juice? Orange juice?
Does this mean she’s dumped the pineapple?
I have concluded that Twitter is even more stupid-making than Pokemon
Natasha, I so need to see this powerpoint presentation showing how turning off wifi creates the wifi.
I mean, I could see how it would happen, just want to have the slides on hand for future use…
I’m firmly of the opinion that orange juice should be chewy. My middle child is not. When we run out of pulp free before we run out of extra pulp (which is often, she drinks lots of orange juice) she gets out the tea strainer and strains the pulp out of the extra pulp juice.
My daughter won’t tell me her Twitter account, probably to avoid situations like what was witnessed above.
Better hope it’s not actually because it’s “@patricideispainless” …
Orange juice should have pulp, peanut butter should not… unless you are making peanut butter cookies, then you need Super Chunky (All Natural) peanut butter or to mash up your own peanuts.
Peanut butter is srs biznus, especially when baking.
I dream of someday getting to see Scalzi & Scalzi live.
Remember frozen orange juice concentrate? You mixed it with water to make “orange juice,” back in the day (at least in Michigan; probably in California you just go pick your morning oranges in the backyard). Well, sometimes it was a bit hard to get the orange concentrate to come out of the can; in our house the solution was to take a knife (not a sharp one) and run it around the can, dislodging the orange juice.
One time I did that, then thoughtlessly made a peanut butter sandwich with the same knife. It was delicious! I remember deliberately making a peanut butter and orange concentrate sandwich, but alas after lo these many years that doesn’t prove it actually happened.
Whaddaya mean “remember” oj concentrate? And yes, we had it in Chicago as well. Do they not make it anymore (I stopped drinking it when I was old enough to purchase my own OJ, so I don’t know).
The “TOO FAR DUDE” is hilarious. :) The whole exchange is very funny. :)
“Minus the hashtags.” So, meaningful glares exchanged until someone starts shouting?