is it still insane if it’s predictable?
On Friday afternoons when we don’t have web meetings, I sometimes find myself at my desk in the main office. Maybe I have a video cooking in the other room, but it’s usually because I don’t have anything important enough to start or finish on a Friday afternoon. This is my special time to read blogs.
First, let me extoll the virtues of Chrome. I love the Chrome bar because I don’t have to write special search terms or use googe. I just type what I want to look at however it’s sub-consciously worded in my brain, and Chrome knows exactly what I’m trying to tell it. Once it’s figured me out, usually a few letters in, I just hit enter and it goes there. It knows me better than I know myself.
Anywhoodle, I often go to Hyperbole and a Half, though now I know enough to save those for when I’m home because i’m trying to cry less at work. I also have read through all her archives and now that her posts are getting more and more elaborate, she doesn’t post as often. So it’s a special treat to go over there and see the top panel of a new cartoon. I click away really fast so that I can save it for a time that I really need it. As a substitute I stumbled upon Today is my Birthday, and it’s usually a very good time. I like the Cake Lady and Aunt Becky and some other stuff. But The Blogess is my favorite. She embodies everything the craziest part of my brain thinks but never converts to language. Many many times I read her posts and try so hard not to laugh out loud that my eyes well up with tears, my cheeks get sore, and my eyes bug out. I try to compose myself when people come in the door but I’m sure that I look like I just saw something dead or my leg is caught in a bear trap. And then the floodgates open and I start thinking in run-on sentences that have extremely odd nouns to use as examples (see bear trap above). My inner monologe is twice as fast as normal and most of it doesn’t have any punctuation which is only made worse by the run-on sentences. My brain loves this; my brain wants to be like this all the time, but if it were I surely wouldn’t be able to work in an office and I might need a padded cell.
Today I couldn’t keep hte laughter inside. The strangled sound burst fouth and I had to cough several times to make sure my lungs were still in the right location. For the record, the post was about a new web tool that makes predictions about what your next tweet will be based on former tweets. When Ally did it, the predictions were funny, but mostly nonsense. Jenny’s predictions were eerily accurate. Not only was the sentence structure correct, but so was the syntax. She really could take a month off and just run the generator. But I don’t really want that, of course.
I love her conversations with Victor. I know that if I really said all the things I think about to AK, he might have to learn to be more Victor-esque in our conversations.Or maybe he would just leave me. I really don’t want to take that kind of chance.
So I just read and don’t comment and then write about it on my own blog which I realize is kind of creepy but what can you really expect from me on a Friday afternoon?
