Prior to seeing The Social Network today, my beloved and I were lunching in the Crown Casino foodcourt. Apropos absoluely nothing and after a long silence, Toby looked up from his Grand Angus burger and spake thus:
TOBY: I have a strange question.
ME: Mm?
TOBY: What if you had an implant or something – a microchip under your skin – that worked as a wireless internet network. Would you say you had a wireless network, or that you were a wireless network?
ME: *stunned silence, followed by helpless laughter*
TOBY: But it’s a relevant question! Because you might say, I have a guitar, but you’d also say, I am a doctor.
Such are the everyday perils of being married to a philosopher.
The everyday perils of being (a) geeky and (b) a writer mean that I eventually gave a serious answer, once my ribs had stopped shaking.
But that’s another story.