"I feel bad for Hepcat. Doesn't that remind us of that guy Jeff we worked with at the newsletter company in Maryland?"
"Oh yes, back in 1993. We remember that guy. He would get angry and frustrated, and start having these long conversations, apparently either with himself or thin air. This was loooooooong before cellphones and Bluethooth earpieces, by the way."
"Yes indeed, Jeff was scary."
"So are you the part of Blackjack responsible for ordering the iPhone 5 this morning? 64GB model? Are you insane?'"
"We may be insane, but you're just as responsible."
"What are you talking about? What are you accusing me of!"
"You know it. We both know it. We all know it."
"Wait a minute. My phone's ringing. Are you calling me?"
Sorry. Just having a conversation with myself about Hepcat's situation.
Jeff was pretty scary, if ultimately harmless. It seemed to be mostly motivational self-conversations like, "You can do better than that!" or critical ones like, "You screwed up again, Jeff." We just tried to give him a wide berth, and not interrupt his self-conversations.