The Caring Jackass

The problem with being a caring jackass is that sometimes you care too much to make fun, yet you do it anyway. It’s sort of a self-effacing jackassiness.

Sorry everyone. I don’t mean to do it, I just see opportunities for jokes (especially jokes people are unlikely to catch at first glance) and have to stick them in. It’s a disorder, it is (“I had thought that I could ‘enlighten’ someone, but obviously, I failed miserably.” was originally only supposed to be “I’d thought I could finally convince someone, but apparently, I wasn’t persuasive enough.” And oh, how I hope people don’t read this before they read the actual post. That would ruin everything).

Oh, and I’m back from my mysterious journey, but you already figured that out.

Things I’ve learned:

  • The best rollercoaster in the world is a Mexican Taxi where you tell the driver that if he gets you across town in five minutes you’ll triple his pay… and he makes it…….. they always make it.
  • People that haven’t seen me in a while tend to like me much more than people who hear from me regularly.
  • I know less than one billionth of my family, but they all know me.
  • Work piles up over the weekend. 16+16+7+1 e-mails = 40 e-mails, a full half of which bring work and chastising for not responding.
  • People’s opinions of a person can change in absentis.. and How!

Update: I’ve always wanted to pick a person at random and delete his or her comments immediately after they were posted. I figured that eventually the person would try to confront me and ask me what the problem was and I’d passive-aggressively shrug it off. I never actually did this, but I thought that the thought was amusing. *sigh* If only I had enough fans and loyal readers to pick on one relentlessly for my own amusement. Soon, Pixel, soon…

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