No matter how clear I think I've been that most of what I write is intended to be tongue-in-cheek, someone somewhere will take it seriously, and send me an email advising me of the best way to pull my own head out of my ass. Screw that. Having my head up my ass is what keeps my spine flexible.
There is always someone cleverer than me.
There is always someone eager to let me know that there is always someone cleverer than me.
Speaking of people cleverer than me, Josh Friedman needs to update his damn blog more often.
Although I was afraid of offending my co-workers, they have generally responded positively (except for the one who keeps sending me - anonymously, of course - threatening emails) and have respected my desire to remain anonymous. Through this blog I've really learned to appreciate the terrific group of people with whom I'm honored to work.
In a pinch, Google's search function makes a dandy spell-check.
Speaking of terrific groups of people, the commenters here have rountinely made my day by being funny, insightful and generally well worth the effort it takes me to clean up the coffee I've sprayed on my computer screen while laughing (with you, of course. Not at you).
In a truly Pavlovian turn of fate, I am no longer able to concentrate on what I'm writing unless I see a Blogger interface. Damn you, internets.
Many more people than I like to imagine simply do not give a shit about what I think.
In my struggle to frame my recollections of my days in such a way as to make them interesting to other people, I've had to learn to look at my world differently. If I get nothing else from blogging, this one thing has made the whole experiment worth it.
Things a blog won't get me:
Okay, that's not entirely true. I have, in fact, gotten free drinks because of the blog.
In two years, I've met some wonderful people and have had a great time balancing precariously on my little soapbox.
I've also noticed that two years is about when most blogs start to repeat themselves.
So, what do you think? Should I keep on doing the same old shit or pack in it while a few people out there still think I'm cool?