Dad: What are you doing?
Me: Reading.
Dad: Why don't you go and do something productive?
---ten minutes later---
Dad: Do you still want to do that journalist crap?
Me: Yes.
Dad: I know you don't care about money, but I think you would be better off finding something where you can actually make money, I mean you don't want to live in some apartment for the rest of your life do you?
Me: So you want me to be a doctor or lawyer or something?
Dad: That's not what I'm saying...but I'd be happy if you did that instead.














You should explain to your father that it doesn't really matter what you study 'cause by the year 2010 all of the lawyering and doctoring and jaournalisting will be done by super technologically advanced androids. And then the world is gonna end in 2012. I recommend majoring in art history with a minor in interpretive dance.