Reading is Fundamental

I've got a pinch of free time today (here and there, you know how that is).  So I thought I would relate a funny thing that happened to me this morning.  And for the the purposes of this story, the names have been changed to protect the innocent
(read: my job).

I work for a Department, which is right down the hall from this Other Department that creates Stuff.  Earlier today, I got a call from a co-worker saying that he was here to pick up his Stuff, but couldn't get in because the door was locked and his badge would not work.  Right off I knew he was on the wall phone right outside of my Department's door.  For some reason the activities of my Department are so secret-ninja that we are located behind a security door.  The Other Department does not have a security door since people have to come and go to pick up their Stuff.

Anyway, he was confused, and so was I.  In order to call me, he had to have gotten my phone number off of the list next to the wall phone.  A list that has the title MY DEPARTMENT'S NAME in huge size-32 type font on the top-- as in THE DEPARTMENT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STUFF YOU CAME TO GET, SO CALLING THE PEOPLE LISTED BELOW IS COMPLETELY POINTLESS.  Therefore, I was confused as to why he would call me when it clearly states on the list that I am involved in non-Stuff related activities.  He was just plain confused.

So, despite me telling him that he was at the wrong Department door and offering to call someone from the Other Department to come and fetch him, he remained convinced that his Stuff was being held hostage behind this infuriatingly locked door.  He was eventually saved from his stupidity when someone in my department opened the door and kindly pointed him in the direction of the Other Department.  I'm surprised she didn't have to walk him the whole way while holding his hand and murmuring encouraging phrases to him.

That's the whole story, but just one more thing.  Check out the cartoon that I made for this post.  I'm really pleased at how it came out, for a basic stick-figure sketch.

Muppet Insults

I subscribe to the Youtube account of a family member-- a teenage girl. Not too long ago she uploaded a video she made with a few of her friends. I thought it was the essence of beauty and talent, but that's because I've known her since she was a tiny baby. So I can (barely) understand if outsiders don't exactly share my opinion.

But I was floored when I saw that someone had left an ugly comment. And no, no, no, I'm not a newbie. I've heard of trolls before. However, this didn't feel like a troll comment-- it wasn't by a kid, and there was no profanity or insults concerning anyone's physical appearance. It was just some grown-ass man (his profile states he's 24) telling a little girl that her video was "the biggest load of crap on Youtube." Like Youtube is some kind of PBS affiliate.

Anyway, my family member decided to take the high road. She responded that she respected (!) his opinion and that the video was only done in fun. Such a lovely and intelligent girl. She's gonna go far.

I, on the other hand, took the low road.

Now, I am no troll, either. My response was profanity-free. I did, however, insult his intelligence. But that's only because it's ridiculous for an adult to ask a young girl "what is the point" of her upload. (Oh, yes. He apparently requires identifiable and measurable substance in his Youtube videos.) I didn't call him stupid. I merely suggested that his brain may not have been working when he made his comment. I then politely suggested that he provide a link to this alleged high-quality Youtube material. Of course I slathered on the sarcasm with a trowel.

And, believe it or not, the guy apologized. I can't take the credit, though. He admitted that since my family member's response was so nice, he felt his original comment was a little unfair (...and the award for Understatement of the Day goes to...).

But, wait: with his large helping of I'm Sorry, he included a side order of Sarcasm just for me. He called me witty and brilliant (somehow I don't think he was sincere). And then he called me... a muppet. This is not a typo. He actually called me a muppet. I'm... at a loss. Is this an insult? Is being associated with a felt doll created by the Jim Henson company a slam against my character? There must be more to this. Off to Google!

According to Wiktionary, it is UK slang for someone who is incompetent and foolish. Urban Dictionary goes on describe it as someone who has no idea about anything, and associates it with other UK insults like tosser and wanker.

So, OK, he has insulted me. That makes me feel... um... hold on... Nope, nothing. I just can't wrap my head around this. I'd sooner associate the word "muppet" with a term of endearment than some flame-worthy insult. Also, if I have to Google your insult, then it's not very effective.

I don't intend to reply to the guy's latest comment. For one thing, I kinda expected it. If I'm going to dish it out, I should be ready to take it. And another thing, he eventually did the right thing: he acknowledged the bone-headedness of his first comment. Plus, I've learned something: I don't need to butt into my family member's business. She apparently can handle herself. Our female family member is growing so fast!

In My Next Life, I'm Coming Back as a House Cat

It's a Friday morning, and I'm lying around bloated and in pain (don't ask!). To take my mind off my super-fun situation, I decide to observe our cat, Pepper, just to see how she fills her day. This observation takes place over the span on only two and a half hours, but man does she have a full schedule! See for yourself:

Nap
Stare at me (Interpretation: Why the hell are you home?)
Nap
Look out the window
Look out the other window
Quick jog across the living room
Eat
Surprise inspection of the front hallway
Back at the window, murmuring threats at the squirrels outside
Clean
Stare at me (Interpretation: What the hell are you writing?)
Clean some more
Stare at things I can't see
Nap
Stare at more invisible stuff (Seriously, why do cats do that?)
Nap to end all naps
Watch a little more Outside TV
Nap-lite
Roll around favorite spot on the carpet
In-depth analysis and assessment of my actions (IE, sit in the middle of my notepad)
Quiet contemplation in dark space between two boxes
Back for an intense inspection of my pen
Official tour of the front half of the living room
Vanish into thin air

... And she's gone! Just like that. To goodness knows what dark and secret recess within the house. Oh well. Watching Pepper for just this short amount of time has made me antsy to fill my own day. Maybe I'll roll my bloated self over to the window and cuss out a few squirrels, too.