I'm sitting down, "Mask of Zorro" is on TV (we managed to avoid "Ghost Rider" by VoDing "I Escaped From Devil Island" where we watched a man having his nipples twisted by an English prison guard), and someone is imparting his revelations to three other in the space behind my chair. But the music is so loud that I can't make out what they're saying anyway.
I feel like a cultural anthropologist, observing that which is alien to me. I'm observing a culture that I barely understand in the hopes of learning. Only the girl on the couch next to me is joining me in staring deeply into her BlackBerry. Me on my 8900, she on her 8220. I take note of what I see, constructing a model of rules and laws, one of which includes shouting "OOOOOOaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!" Whenever "Dayman" is mentioned. I have taken prodigious advantage of this rule, solely for my own amusement. I observe, report, ponder, and consider, all while trapped within the constructs of my own society.
Screw it, I'm getting a shot.