Hmm, What Say You Blog Friends?

So I think I've done a decent job in this very ring chronicling how my humor sometimes doesn't go over well. Perhaps I'm attempting it around the wrong people, or of course, I could just not be funny.

Anyway, I think my editors at the paper understand my humor pretty well. I have a weekly column, and they usually leave all my jokes as is, so I assume they either find them funny or just see me as a lost cause. One column I didn't end up writing was on the WNBA. The playoffs were a few weeks ago, and I thought that maybe I could do some sort of meta humor type thing, and just write a really straightforward article recapping the playoffs. No jokes or anything. Just a straight WNBA playoff column, and leave the joke be that I wrote about the WNBA. I thought it was funny, but ended up writing sometime else. I don't remember, but I'm sure it was stupid. I was talking to both editors sometime after that, and they started asking me about how I determine what to write about. I said I just write about things I think I can get to be about 4,800 characters and that's it. I told them about my idea for the WNBA column, and they seemed disappointed I didn't write it.

I have no reason for including any of that other than to use it as an example of me overreacting to the story I'm going to tell for the purpose of having something to blog. And the only reason I want to blog something is because I'm frustrated with my failed attempts at doing something productive. How's that, assholes. Yeah, that's what I think of you fuckers. I know you're not reading anyway. It's like a personal journal that two people read. I could talk about my crush on a classmate. I just need one. Hmm, tangent: I remember one time in high school I was haning out at a friends house, and he was looking for something under his bed, and he pulled out a box with all old stuff in it, one of which being his old journal (I know it's a diary, but I'll call it a journal because that's what Doug did and he's my idol). Anyway, he starts reading some stuff over. He gets to an entry about the girl he liked. I think the journal was from elementary school, maybe even middle school. He reads it, and I don't remember it exactly, but it went something like, "And then she walked in the classroom. BAM! The first time I saw her I knew I was in love." He then looked at me and said, "Man, I used to be a really good writer." I don't know why I remember that, but I do. This too has nothing to do with anything, other than leading to an eventual IM from dmur asking me who that was (dismizzle).

Back to our story. So I'm flipping through stations tonight, and I see highlights from my school's football game. I watched it, I know what happens, but I watch anyway. After the game highlights they cut to our star runningback talking after the game during his press conference, and standing right next to him is one of my editors. I know there are tons of other people standing there, but from this particular camera's angle all we can see are the runningback and my editor. So I send him a text, which is probably odd in itself. It's not that we aren't friendly, quite the oppostie, but we don't just text each other. I felt this warrented one.

I send him jokingly telling him he's a star now, and tell him what I just saw. He sends one back asking if since he's a star does he need a celebrity girlfriend and a drug dealer. He says he thinks Lindsay Lohan is single. I reply that she comes with drugs too, so that's really convenient. Then I say, "but in all seriousness, it was the most excited I've been watching TV since the time my uncle was on 'To Catch a Predator.'" Now, that's probably my favorite TV show. I figured it was a reference he would get. Maybe he didn't, I don't know. Maybe he thought I was actually serious.

Either way, he answered, "Ha ha. Well I'll see you tomorrow." We're supposed to cover a basketball game. I don't know his texting style. Maybe when he wants to express laughter he uses "ha ha," but where I'm from, that comes off sarcastic. He might as well typed "Hardy har har." I guess I'll find out soon enough.

On one hand, I don't want to scare him off by making odd jokes. I mean, I definitely haven't fully let loose in front of him. I think statutory rape jokes are a step in that direction, though. Maybe tomorrow I'll joke around about murdering kittens, but only so I had something to feed my baby sister when I used to babysity and see how that goes. Of course, on the other hand, I think it would be fantastic if he thought I was serious and had an uncle who was on "To Catch a Predator." I'll invite him over to watch the tape of it I have. I don't have an uncle who was on the show. I guess I could show him my episode, though.