Me: Hey, Natalie? I finished Amiga. Will you take some pictures?
Nat: Sure. Backyard?
(scene change: Natalie and I are in the backyard, and I am standing awkwardly under a tree looking dumpy in a great sweater.)
Natalie: You look odd.
Natalie: Yeah, like…un-natural.
Me: This is unnatural.
Natalie: Maybe if you were doing something. Pose.
Me: A pose?
Natalie: Yeah. Like, do something.
Natalie: That’s not good. Pretend to be doing something.
Me: Like I see something? Like in the Sears Catalogue?
Nat: No. That’s bad too.
Me: Like if I was pruning a plant?
Or a tree?
Natalie. No. It’s still bad. I actually think you’re getting worse. There’s glare on your glasses.
Me: Sorry. Bettter?
Natalie: Now you look unnaturally chipper.
Me: How about this?
Natalie: God you’re a dork.
Me. I know.