Dear BuzzFeed: No

MEMORANDUM

To: BuzzFeed

re: Do you really need the explanation

I figure I am being pedantic. That must be it, right? I mean, it’s true that I occasionally mistake BuzzFeed for a news organization, mostly because whenever I encounter it someone purports to be telling me something about the news. It is, of course, my own fault for taking you seriously; thank you for correcting that erroneous notion.

No, seriously, as fatally ironic metahumor goes, I suppose someone, somewhere needed to try that one. And I do confess my curiosity as to just how many clicks that tease accrues. Still, though, I think the problem is that the only thing funny about it is the fact of someone wasting their time trying.

Were you hazing the intern? Taking bets on who could most embarrass their own mother for the fact of their own birth? (No, really, who won, and how?)

Still, though, God works in mysterious ways; you can always use that for an excuse.

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Image note: “23 Pictures That Really Need To Be Deleted From The Internet” ― Sidebar offering from Buzzfeed.com, 3 November 2016.

Can He Get a Witness?

The things we learn by watching. And sometimes all anyone needs is a witness.

Observations over the weekend:

(1) Adults talking about eating. One says he’s not hungry. The other tells him no, and proceeds to explain what he will eat and when.

(2) Someone announces his mobile phone is missing. The response is to remind him who he needs to call.

(3) A depressive explains a symptom of his malady; certain events can cause something very much akin to physical pain inside his skull—the signal to noise ratio is impossible. His own mother laughs.

What a world. What a world.

Yeah, I saw that. I heard that. And there is no fourth-frame smile. The punch line is sick.

Random stupid thought of the day

The random stupid thought for today, Monday, June 21, 2010:

If I want or need to speak to my mother, I only need start writing a blog post. At some point before I finish, she will call.

Of course, these sorts of things never work out if infected with will, so … er … yeah. Now, then, where was I?

Best wishes to … well, Mom

Hi, Mom.

Yeah, well, I guess with all that was going on earlier, I kind of forgot to post this before midnight came around.

But, hey, now I have a water heater that isn’t leaking all over the place, and our adventure after dinner was, well, yeah. Excuses, excuses. Isn’t that what a younger son is for?

Happy birthday. I love you.