it's fun when your brother fucks up words

The entire day has gone something like this:

Sam, trying to relay something I said to his friend Aaron: "hey, my Aaron said sister should..."
Sam again: "you know, like, being your own show, director having as you"

whatever, we all mix up words, it's not that funny, except for the final coup de grace:

Me: no, Sam can light the menorah, it's his last night at home.
Sam" no, Mom should light the menorah, it's her last birthday!

You know, written, it's not funny at all. It looks morbid and weird. But those who know my brother will know why this particular malapropism is so him, and why I was unsure for a second if it was unintentional or simply another manifestation of his warped, fantastic sense of humor. He already jokingly accused my father of a hate crime. Maybe you...had to be there...

On a different note, I finally, after several thwarted attempts, saw Brokeback Mountain and I am genuinely still haunted by images of Heath Ledger in shots that just creak with loneliness and desperation. It is a sad, beautiful movie, about which I have nothing more to say that isn't redundant.