Boiskov: CHRIST OUR LORD WAS ONE HUNDRED THIRTY FIVE DAYS OLD THIS DAY
Basher Lemming: Do you do the math each time or do you have a calendar or something?
Boiskov: Well, I have Google Desktop, which logs all AIM conversations. So I just google "christ our lord", and it'll give me which age of Christ our Lord I proclaimed last, along with the date I proclaimed it.
Basher Lemming: ...dude.
Boiskov: Yeah, pretty neat, huh?
Basher Lemming: Imagine all the diseases you could be curing with that technology. But nooo....
Boiskov: The day that I do something else with my time is the day that someone pays me more than one million e-dollars to do it.
Basher Lemming: What if I paid you one million and one e-dollars to stop?
Boiskov: Like I've said, you can give up those one million e-dollars whenever you want.
Boiskov: Deal?
Basher Lemming: You just want to get out of 237 days of work. I see your plan!
Boiskov: Oh, come on. One million e-dollars is a small price to pay for not knowing how many days it has been since Christmas!
Basher Lemming: Alright, I'll send an e-check.
Boiskov: Deal?  Do we have a deal?
Basher Lemming: Have you made a bet with someone else that I'll cave before you do?
Boiskov: No, I just want to make sure that my victory celebration isn't premature.
Boiskov: So you're giving me the one million e-dollars?
Basher Lemming: You are far too antsy about this. You've got something planned and I don't like it one bit!
Boiskov: Fine. Fine then. I can keep this up as long as I want to.
Basher Lemming: I could claim that one day you'll slip up, but I don't keep track so I wouldn't know whether you were wrong or not.
Boiskov: Oh, I'm never going to slip up. You can bet your hat I'm never going to slip up.
Basher Lemming: I don't have a hat. :-(
Boiskov: Buy a hat, then bet it.
Basher Lemming: I still need to buy a hat and then eat it. This new hat will have to be queued up.

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