Question and Answer Time

Q: What the heck?
A: I know. . .
Q: [silence]
A: I know! Ok, I know. I haven't written in like, forever. There's no excuse.
Q: [silence]
A: Well, fine. Since you're being like that, I might as well list my excuses. I was busy, painfully busy; website to develop, school work to attend to, kids kids kids.
Q: Oh, and everyone else was sitting on their hands?
A: No. Like I said, I have no excuse.
Q: But you just gave me excuses. Three of them.
A: No, I was just filling an awkward space.
Q: Is that your form of thinking?
A: No. Are you always this rude?
Q: I'm the one asking questions here.
A: That doesn't sound like a question to me.
Q: On a scale to one to ten, how annoying are you?
A: Can we move on?
Q: Fine. Let's move on (the answer, by the way, was seven). Besides those boring activities you so painfully listed earlier, what else have you been up to in the last two months?
A: I went out to Michigan, to Grand Rapids to attend Sarah's family reunion.
Q: By airplane or boat or train?
A: We drove.
Q: You drove? With two kids? That must have taken forever.
A: We left at 11 pm and arrived around 5:30 the next day.
Q: Why was Sarah's family having a family reunion in MI?
A: Because it was a reunion of her great-grandfather's family. The great grandfather is no longer alive, nor are most of the next generation, but there are a few hundred Vogelzangs from there on down.
Q: Quite a productive lot, et?
A: Indeed.
Q: What sorts of activities did this reunion include? Any square dances?
A: Eating, presentations of various kinds, a pig roast, outdoor games, a church service.
Q: Did you ever see that Simpsons where Lisa becomes a vegetarian, and Homer asks...
A: ...yes; I know, "some kind of magical animal..." Yes. That was funny.
Q: You just cut off my question.
A: Yep.
Q: So, then you drove right back?
A: No, we stopped in new Detroit to visit some old college friends, then we stopped in Niagara Falls for a day, then we drove the rest of the way back.
Q: Did you see anyone jump into the falls.
A: Yes.
Q: Really?
A: No.
Q: Did you stay at the Embassy Suites on a great deal, at room 1003?
A: How did you know that?
Q: I was in the next hotel over.
A: That's a little spooky right there.
Q: What are you up to now?
A: Trying not to drown in school work; oh, and waiting to find out if we're going to be home owners by means of a lottery.
Q: What?
A: Yeah, there's a low-income housing lottery going on that we've applied for, and if we get drawn, we'll be able to take steps toward owning a new townhouse just down the way!
Q: But how will you get financing for such a venture, you don't even have a real job.
A: Details, details. . .
Q: You're kind of a la-la land kind of guy.
A: I'm one who is patiently optimistic about a number of things. If this doesn't work out, we will find some means of having a roof over our heads. If that doesn't work out, there's always the parents. If that doesn't work out, I will still be in the uncomfortable reality that this world is not my home, just in a more profoundly obvious way. But I do have an eternal home.
Q: What?
A: Thought so.
Q: What?
A: Just didn't think you'd understand.
Q: Who says I don't?
A: Well, just the nature of your questions, your tone...
Q: What if I don't like my tone?
A: That's not the point, is it?
Q: We'll we're the same person, you know.
A: I know.
Q: So who does that make you?
A: I don't like answering that when I'm talking to you.
Q: When do you like answering it?
A: When I'm looking at the one in whom I have hope
Q: Oh, him
A: Yes; and that is why you must go.
Q: But I'm not done talking! Or asking questions!
A: You never are. Sorry.
Q: You can't just turn me off!
A: No, but I can try and kill you
Q: You are a crazy man
A: I know
Q: You would be killing yourself
A: I know, who knows where you end and I begin. That's the problem isn't it?
Q: Yes. And where I end you you begin...
Random Guy: Or where I end and you both begin.
A: No, that's a little easier to distinguish.
Q: So where does that leave us?
A: Someone has to die, I think. . .
Q: And you've decided that someone is me?
A: Well, as we've just noted, it's a bit more complicated than that.
Q: I don't want to die
A: I think that inasmuch as that is the case, you have to.
Q: Ok, I want to die.
A: Nice try.
Q: I think we're being read, you know.
A: I know, I've been thinking about that too.
Q: I wonder what they're thinking about this--
A: You would be.
Q: And you're not.
A: Your right, I am. I just don't want to be ...
Q: Right, right, you just assign it all to me.
A: This is wierd, kinda awkward
Q: When, how will it end?
A: Death.
Q: No, I mean this conversation, this strange entry, this attempt to say how things are going through a literary device that has gone off the tracks of normalcy
A: Oh, well I could just press the publish post button
Q: But what about resolution, what about the formula! We have to come to some sort of a resolution, you can't just... no ... you wouldn't! It wouldn't be fitting, it wouldn't be beautiful, it