Monday, July 17, 2006

Because Erika Said So

Now, I don't mean to be too "dry" here, but I have a confession to make. I am losing my hair. There. I said it. It out there in the world now, so there's nothing more I can do about it.

Now I'm sure I'll pass a young man on the street and he'll say, "Hey, I hope I never start to lose my hair like that guy."

I'll turn to him (because I have overheard his dig) and say, "Hey! Kid! You know what!?" Then I'll get all puffy and red (like a big, red, puffy dinosaur). I'll point my puffy, red finger at him, and yell, "You're the one who's losing his hair!"

Then I'll just walk away. No doubt the kid will be too stunned to even respond, because...really...how do you respond to that?

I'm sorry if that's not a good blog entry, but that's all I have right now. I had a great, 30 minute long entry that got erased by MySpace...because after I hit "Preview & Post," I saw an error that I wanted to correct and I hit the "Back" browser button instead of the "Edit" button. It was, honestly, the worst experience of my life.

What was the old blog post about, you ask? Chess. Yes. It was 30 minutes of "chess comedy." No. Seriously. I explained the joke found here.

That joke?

Bc4 Italian. Bb5 Spanish. Ba6 Belgian!

And then, through a series of hyperlinks and pictures, I explained the joke. Maybe some day I'll get up the energy to explain it again...but probably not.

Don't worry -- the punch-line of my post was that "chess isn't funny." You know what else isn't funny? Talking about something that wasn't funny.

That reminds me. I came up with a quick list (just now) of phrases that good stories should never include. If you end up uttering one of these phrases, you have just told a bad story. Guaranteed.

-- "I guess you had to be there."

-- "It was pretty funny at the time."

-- "Wait, I think I told that wrong."

-- "So...yeah...that's the story."

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