Conversation before dinner tonight:
John: “It’s going to be a reboot.”
Me: “Okay. So it’s a reboot…”
John: “A reboot. It’s when they retell the origin story.”
Me: “I know what a reboot is.”
John: “Then why did you ask “what’s a reboot?””
Me: “I didn’t. I said, “It’s a reboot.””
John: “That’s what she said.”
Okay, John didn’t really say that last part. In case you were wondering, we were talking about the new Superman movie. The fact that it’s a reboot is the only thing I know about it. That, and it isn’t out yet. And the guy who played Superman in the last movie isn’t going to be in it. And the guy who directed Watchmen is directing it. (I think.) So I know four things about it. And now you do, too.
Reboot looks and sounds ridiculous to me now. Like I can’t spell (or say) robot. Like the Jack In the Box commercial where the scary guy with the giant ping pong ball for a head can’t say chipotle and his mouth turns to a squiggly line. (Chipotoplay always makes me laugh.)
I was afraid to eat there, but I liked the commercial.