Nemesised

The OSF and I have this game we play. It's called Nemesis. The idea came about from a craigslist posting where some guy claimed he was so bored with his life that he wanted to hire a nemesis to spice things up a little bit. The criteria for 'nemesis' was creativity, subtlety, sneakiness, and fun-loving.

I'm so not joking about this posting, by the way.

Anyway, the OSF decided we should become nemesises (nemeses? nemesi?), and ever since we've been on the lookout to "get" each other.

Sometimes we actually pull off the nemesis activities ourselves.

Like when I grabbed my soda to take a drink, and just before I put it back down, he set his own down on my coaster. "Nemesised," he said with a smirk.

Or when he asked me to tie his shoelace for him, and I happily spent the next minute knotting the lace inside and around the bottom part of his shoe. "Nemesised." And I sat back into the couch, folded my arms, and smiled angelically.

And sometimes, we just take credit for random bouts of bad luck that happen to us. Like when the OSF got his foot run over by a guy in an electric wheelchair. That one put me a couple Nemesised Moments ahead.

The OSF even made little Nemesised cards, to hand out whenever a nemesis moment arises. He's a creative one, that OSF. He could totally have snagged the original Nemesis job offer.

Anyway, all this is to say that we banded together last night/early this morning and nemesised Ryan. Nothing bad, Ry, don't worry. You just fell asleep during the movie last night- and you looked so cute and peaceful, passed out on the couch, hugging your pillow, and clutching your cell phone- that we had to snap some pictures of you. Man, you sleep through anything. Even five or six clicks of the camera, both of us whispering about the tungsten light settings, the blare of the movie ending, and finally both of us snapping off all the lights and locking the door behind us.

Oh, and did you see the Nemesis card? We left it on the couch by your head.

Consider yourself properly nemesised.