Asscommentus! It’s for the Rest of Us.
Apparently it is the season to leave drunk-sounding, inappropriate commentary on blogs. I know, because I’ve been doing it. ( example here, one of many*) Wheee!
Back when I used to drink and blog, this season would come around, and I’d leave a shitload of off-brand remarks Friday night, cringe the next morning, and the world seemed to have some sort of justness and order. Shameful, shameful order.
It’s a little confusing to find myself partaking in the festivities sober, at noon on a Tuesday this year. Why, self, why? I mean, all the labor of crafting the comment, spellchecking,thinking myself clever, pressing SEND, and then possibly adding a little captcha code at the end.
And then, only then, to re-read and realize the full implication of what I wrote, and how glaringly asshole it will probably be read as on the other end. But! It was OH SO FUNNY IN MY HEAD. What happened? Then a small voice in my head whispers: No comprendo, I am on a Mexican radio.
Then I laugh. But then that song gets stuck in my head so I’m bummed again.
Usually, I get to spend the rest of the afternoon debating on some further comment sent out to apologize for the first. But lately, I just stare at the computer screen and wonder if I have a brain tumor.
PS: I just made the monitor on the other computer turn all white. I can’t get anything at all to come up. WTF??? Does this mean I have a brain tumor? Is it like the beginning of The Ring, and I have seven days to do something? Or is my husband just going to be pissed when he gets home?
*and lest you should think that comment is appropriate, the post is about blanket related phobias, and although ax weilding maniacs was tangentially related, ax wounds were not.
11 Responses to “Asscommentus! It’s for the Rest of Us.”
No way. I loved that comment. I read it to Victor using my best Neil Patrick Harris voice. He didn’t laugh. Probably because I do a bad Neil Patrick Harris.
It’s not you. It’s Neil Patrick Harris.
since i think you are funny, and jenny the bloggess thinks you are funny (and holy shit, that’s like being given the Purple Heart of Funny), i’m sure there are countless other out there who think you are funny. there may be some who will not see the humor in your humor. obviously, they are total mental defectives.
I think you are funny. But brain tumors are not funny. I can say this expertly as my husband has one…
You make me smile.
Uhm, so I’m not the only one doing that?
Good.
You don’t know how many times I’ve started to leave a comment on one of your posts only to delete it after agonizing over whether or not it was funny enough. Goodness, I’m needy.
Heh, I’m drunk commenting right now (vodka tonic, thankyouverymuch). I’m pretty sure you don’t have a brain tumor. You just have a lot of kids.
But this is why we all love you so Anne! Drunk comment away and let those clams air dry!
you need an alias when you drunk blog-comment.
Sometimes I google my self and read comments I dropped on blogs years ago just to cringe and remind myself how stupid things sound years later. It helps keep the crazy inside.
Sometimes.
Other times it just helps to think my comments will be read and then deleted from said bloggers inbox. The transiency of the internets is helpful.
HAHAHAHAHAAAA! And holycrap! JenK, that is a whole new brand of crazy activity. Hate you for mentioning it, cuz now I gotta go do it myself.