Thoughts for the Day
May 19th, 2009 - 7 Comments
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything, and a whole lot longer since I’ve just written something that doesn’t make sense. Therefore, here are the things I’m thinking right now:
Security badges – freaking awesome. There is no greater feeling than walking by Herbert the security guard, flashing your badge at the scanner, and watching the magic revolving doors begin to spin (for exactly 180 degrees, allowing entry only to you). Every (more…)
1-50. Twitter - Last time I wrote about one of these, I said status updates are weird. If you don’t know what Twitter is, it’s a website revolving around 
It’s been far too long since I’ve written anything meaningful on my Blog. This might be due to the fact that the majority of my time on the internet is spent doing important things like watching 
I’ve concluded there is some type of little man with a typewriter in the back of each of our minds. A long time ago, this little man was hired to write jokes for us to tell. As you can see from the picture, mine is a black man named Corbis. All day long he just taps away, making fun of life’s foibles and the illogical things that we all do. Every once in awhile he writes something funny. And we laugh to ourselves in the middle of the library. And strangers around us try to decide if they should act like they get the joke or not.
Anywho, in each of our heads is another little man with a bowler hat and monacle that examines each of this other man’s jokes. Much of the time, Bowler Man tosses Typewriter Guy’s jokes in the trash before our mouth tries to spit them out. It’s a good thing, too. Not only would most of our jokes make us sound like an idiot, but Typewriter Guy can be a jerk sometimes.
Our confidence being as precariously built as it is, we all need to be careful not to break it for others; further, it’s no challenge to be a critic. There’s not much sense priding ourselves in our abilities to notice flaws. I don’t really have a solution to this dilemma–I strongly believe that to lose the ability to laugh at life is to lose the ability to cope with it. I think none of us finds joy in making another’s day a little less bright, and so I’m sure none of us ever do it on purpose.
Therefore, I post this blog as a disclaimer. If I hang out with you by choice, I like you. I most likely consider you a good person. Even if I say something about your inability to tie shoes, comment on your living room that looks like it is friends with a roto-tiller, point out your lack of left sock, or suggest that Google is not, in fact, a reliable spell checker, I am still quite happy being around you. Otherwise I promise that I’d be much more careful in keeping those things to myself.
Have you ever had a night where your brain was absolutely functional, but your personality was on vacation? Where your brain was still happy to spit out things for your mouth to work on saying, but that side of you that connects with people and makes conversation enjoyable is busy in the back of your brain looking through cupboards for its misplaced left shoe?
