indian EAT IT

listen, everybody. i don't care what indian summer means. and let's be honest. the only reason i don't care what it means is that i was wrong about what it means.

i had arguments with both cory and george about the exact definition of indian summer--they were both right and i was absolutely wrong. but you know me---i don't really like to admit that i'm wrong. that i don't know what i'm talking about. which i usually don't. so cory's over for dinner last night and, while i'm making us a delicious gourmet meal, goes to wikipedia.com and looks up the definition of "indian summer." he reads it. i deliver my classic line (you'll remember this well, terry.): "great. well that's great. thank you so much for proving me wrong. i'm wrong. congratulations."

i'm such a cunt.

i just went to george's blog, where he'd actually written a blog about indian summer, and wrote:

"By the way Robert, check out the wiki-pedia definition of Indian Summer. (We had a little discussion on what it means exactly.)"

please, please notice the LINK that he provided to the wikipedia definition of "indian summer." just in case i didn't believe him and had to go see it for myself.

well that's great. thank you so much for proving me wrong. i'm wrong. congratulations.