I'm Just As Crazy As Anybody

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Big News » Mark your calendars. Humans head back to the heavens on July 13. (Watch, Hurricane Fate will step in and push it back a week conjuring memories of Neil, The Moonwalker.)

Now, today's story...

First of all, this must be clear, for anyone to assume that I neither "complain" nor "act nutty" is absolute folly. I whine and be crazy just as much as anybody else, thank you. If you're lost, sorry, I'll explain. Liz left me this comment yesterday:

Well, Chris forgets to write anything nice about other people because we all complain and act nutty besides him. I had back to back spares that he failed to mention because he was too busy talking about how I want to beat the crap out of the poor bowling alley egomaniac. *sigh* I guess some people are too prideful to laugh at themselves and lighten up. But on that note, Thank you for the gift certificates, it was appreciated even if you don't think so. But, you, personally did not go out and pay for them so we can call you a cheap ass. We just can't say you are a inconsiderate cheap ass. ;-)

Half (all right, more than half) of my blog is about complaining. I mean, it's not, but it is. It's nonsense. All of it. I don't like to give a detailed account of my day because, for one thing, no one cares. For another, I don't have the time or interest. So as a way of adding even a shred of interest to a blog lost in the masses, I write about things that make me laugh (with no expectations of making anyone else laugh).

I'm going to continue now to discredit the above quote. Liz did have back-to-back spares. This information went unmentioned in my blog simply because I didn't find it funny or unusual. Also, I forgot.

Next, my ability to laugh at myself is the only reason I can sustain a blog, wherein I mock myself and often others. If I was unable to laugh at myself, I'd have thrown myself off the Skyway long ago. People who can't laugh at themselves bother me. I know a few. They're not pleasant to be around.

I do believe everyone appreciated my gift certificates. They were given to me for free, so I felt it right to give them to other people for free. Of course I'm cheap, I really can't deny that. Aside from the fact that it only costs $2.50 per game, I refer you to here and here (previous posts wherein I mock my own thrift).

Now, back to the beginning again. I'm told I'm not willing to say anything nice about people. This coming from the one person who I recently said the nicest thing about in a post talking about my birthday party. "Liz," I wrote, "gave me the coolest birthday present I've ever gotten." That is about as nice as I'm willing to get. And friends, that is saying something.

And finally...

Word of the Day: prideful adj. having or showing arrogant superiority to and disdain of those one views as unworthy (Tomorrow's word: irony.)