where wildly different is perfectly normal
From annoying to absurd
From annoying to absurd

From annoying to absurd

The other day I had to buy printer ink. I tend to run the printer dry, get pissy that printouts have all the color saturation of glass, and eventually make the trek for replacements. After shelling out the cost of a fancy dinner, I posted this to my Facebook wall:

printer ink

(Thanks to my friend Elizabeth for taking my words, meme-ing them, and surprising me with it on my wall).

It was well received, with many laughs. But I was asked more than once where I come up with this stuff. (I was also asked what I was on, but as I was thumb-typing this at stoplights, I guarantee I wasn’t on anything).

I take the annoying and make it as absurd as possible.

Look, life can really suck sometimes. We can post and gripe and whine about it, or we can stick a finger up its nose and make fun of it. Call it gallows humor, call it silver lining, call it laugh to keep from screaming. Whatever. Most of the time I can do this and that’s when I do more writing; when I can’t make fun of life it’s probably sitting on my chest giving me a wet willie with its big toe while it farts in my face. The best writer of this style is Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess); her new book Furiously Happy (<-affiliate link notice so the FCC doesn’t egg my house) had me laughing so hard this weekend I’m convinced I broke something inside. My spleen is rather tender today, so maybe that’s it. Or maybe it’s cholera, I don’t know. I just know I haven’t laughed that hard in a very, very long time.

Lately I’ve been having lots of good days. I don’t know why, I’m not going to question it, I’m just going to enjoy it and write. Hopefully they’ll stick around through November, as I clickety-clack my way through NaNoWriMo. One week to go; coincidentally and rather frighteningly….NaNo starts the same day as Daylight Savings Time. So we’ll all be in the dark and won’t that be fun.

I’ll have plenty of opportunity to take the annoying and find the absurd.

Whaddya think?

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