Funny Guy…..

I have always considered myself to have a pretty good sense of humor. I have a quick wit, and a charmingly unique perspective on life, the universe, and everything.

I am also extremely humble, devoid of any egotistical tendencies, and I have never once thought to borrow ideas from other sources.

Also, I have a healthy respect for bullshit.

If you can imagine, I was perusing Facebook last evening after an invigorating 3km jog with my Operation:Frilly L’il Piledriver Crack Commando Squad, and I found myself on a bit of a roll with my comments.

I happened to think they were primarily droplets of comedic gold.

Question, however: Can funny go to far?

In one instance, though my offering was clearly within the realm of the subject matter being discussed, as well as the overall tone of the comment-list, it didn’t quite get the response i was aiming for.

You see, I kind suck balls when it comes to knowing whether people are laughing in an electronic environment, or not, as in this case.

Is their lack of response due to a shocked and horrified reaction to my grossly insensitive and vulgar words? Or are they doubled over with too much guffaw-ness to organize their simple digit based musculature to type “lol” and hit reply.

My fragile sense of self vibrates like wine glasses at an opera convention.

Knowing your audience is kind of a big deal. Especially in this digital-electro-techno-futuristic-IWorld reality we live in.

I guess all i am asking is if I pull an e-funny, and it makes you smile, or laugh, or if it causes your entrails to spontaneously relocate to four feet outside your abdomen, then let me know. The quicker, the better. Otherwise like a rabid “So Money” Mike, I will hit redial until you tell me to bounce.

Additionally, if i say something not so funny, keep it to yourself. Nobody likes a jerkbait.

You have been Motivated!!!

At least that’s the idea behind statements like that. One line, shock your system driven slogans to compel and intrique.

Motivation is a tough subject for a lot of us, because it requires work, and effort, and getting off our asses to accomplish job X. I totally feel your pain.

This past weekend, we took on the momentous task of reorganizing our residential layout. We swapped the dining and living rooms. We moved the kids around to more economical configurations in the kid to room ratio, and attempted to clear through all the laundry.

This process is still on going. Also, I had this foolish notion that a bunch of pre-adolescent beings would be capable of maintaining some semblence of order and care of their belongings, once organized. Yeah, not so much.

The downstairs looks great – it was a good move, and has created a more intimate and welcoming environment for our family room, not quite so much like a college dorm.

My wife and I are excited at the prospect of being able to have nice things out again, like pictures in frames or a throw rug on the floor. However, given the 3 yr olds current activity level and penchant for climbing, pulling apart, and tasting, we may have to hold off. I repaired a small hole in the wall, and he thought it was a good idea to lick it. Facepalm.

Behind this push for change is the desire to see progress. We are in a bit of a holding pattern with my career, so doing something to give our daily grind a facelift is appealing – i just wish a)kids weren’t so messy and b)i had more patience. I realize in a few years we will have a whole different set of issues to worry about, but for now, i’ll pay attention to this one: finding a way of motivating my children to demonstrate care and respect for their own belongings, their siblings’, and the house we live in.

Ironically, I am trying to develop the same habit within myself, with respect to my health and fitness.

We never stop learning.

Pardon me while I reach for this double glazed……