Note to Self:
Remove finger from vehicle entirely before closing doors.
EDIT: So I guess this was too gross and scared everyone off! Sorry about that internet! If you still want to see my injury, you can now click here.
I'm hilarious - and I won't let anyone tell me otherwise
So we have these little plastic balls with bells inside them that our cats play with constantly. I am telling you this because they are called Midnight Crazies, and at every possible opportunity I make the following joke about them:
You know why they call them Midnight Crazies, don't you?
Because the cats star playing with them in the middle of the night and it drives your crazy!
I know, hilarious. Pure comedy gold. And yet every time I make this joke, without fail, absolutely no one laughs. We're talking the absence of even pity laughter from my wife. But I keep making it, because I find the entire situation irresistibly comical.
Well screw you friends, family, coworkers, strangers off the street, in the mall, at the store, and now minions of the internet: I'm going to keep pointing out the humor of a cat toy called Midnight Crazies that keep me up at night because it's f***ing hilarious.
Mom and Dad are People!
I had a very surreal moment over the weekend when my dad indirectly insulted my blogging abilities. It wasn't his criticism that affected me so much as the realization that my parents read my website. This must be how Peter Wiggin felt when he learned his parents had known he was Locke (and Demosthenes) all along!
And with that I have fulfilled my obscure nerd reference quota for the month of October.
(If that obscure reference wasn't enough for you, how about this one?)