James Bond, he is not.

"Dorian, time to wake up."
"Mmgg."
"Dorian, gotta get up."
"Zzz...."
"Dori--"
"I AM A SPY! (Rattles off something in Russian, wakes himself up) Unh? Sweetie, no, mission'll be comprimi...zzzzz..."

Senatorial Kittens art!

My friend Shanice made some art for the blog. I give you...senatorial kittens!

Get 'im!

Dorian fell asleep on the couch again last night. He was doing the Zoidberg arm flail through most of this.

"Ugh...no...no...get 'im, Akhim! Sweetie, don't let him get away! He took the purse...all the tie-dye!"

And I thought he was just playing Skyrim

Matt was fixing something on Phil's new computer:

Phil: (Alarmed shout)
Dorian: "Didja break it?"
Phil: "No, he turned it on."
Dorian: "Did it take your hand off? That almost happened to me. I'm not sayin' I'm dumb, or nothin', just that it happens and it's understandable."

He also gave me a very sweet card and took me fishing

"Hey, so you know that thing? That thing people say to you on your birthday?"
"Yes..."
"Yeah. That."

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This morning, as I woke Dorian up to go fishing:

Dorian: "I love you."
Me: "I love you, too."
Dorian: "High five! (Puts his hand up in the "high five" position) ...Four...nine one one..."

This was at six am and I just now realized that he was actually reciting our area zip code.

(Derp. Thanks, commenter!)

Eject the warp core!

Phil has a new computer.

Dorian: "What type of warp core does that thing have?"
Phil: "What?"
Dorian: "What size warp core does it take?"
Phil has a blank look.
 I shake my head, and mouth, "Star Trek," knowing Dorian's just making fun of him.
Phil: "What?"
I make the Live Long and Prosper hand signal.
Dorian: "What kind of warp core does it take?"
Phil: "Eight."