This task is way harder than it seems.

Well, documenting this task is way harder than it seems. I hope that, even if you don't share my sense of humor, that you at least find merit in my method. Timing an ephemeral meeting with some one to tell them a joke, waiting through four and a half rings just to be heard -- all the situational humor that I contributed today was lost because of my means of proof, so bear with me. This is hardly all the lulz that were had throughout the day.
That being said, today was fun. I was able to explore my sense of humor, and effectively let others explore it as well. I wanted to portray the concept that the conventional meaning of a joke (or anything for that matter) can be lost through intention. I pick my friends based on if they pick up on it (either my sense of humor or the subjectivity of things). Or I should say, they pick me if they do. Those that don't tend to get angry with me very quickly, wondering why I'm telling them they're fat, ugly, and no one likes them. Or when I greet them with "Ew, it's ____". Or when I tell them to start over on whatever they're doing at the moment.


"You're an asshole."
Just wait. :: grins ::

I start off the day at work, immediately trying to get a hold of some one when I'm on the phone (calling the wonderful SF0 voicemail system). People tend to ignore people on the phone, both generally, and specifically at my work because there's a 'GETBACKTOFUCKINGWORKGETOFFTHATFUCKINGPHONE' rule, so to avoid being an accomplice, people just leave the room. This made my first 3 calls failures. However, when the lovely ladies I work with stopped running around with their heads cut off, I was able to 'connect'.

In fact, one of them dropped something, so it seemed like the entire staff congregated to watch her pick it up. So that was a hit.

I then worked for about 3 hours without having time to whip out my phone, but as soon as I got a free moment.....


Notice the choke: That's what 4 and a half rings does to my memory!


And, to spare the ears of a superior (semi-manager):

And then, in front of customers, to my manager (I wasn't going to wait for them to get out of earshot, I had jokes to tell!):


Then I went home, made sure all the voicemails went through. And, made a few calls, mostly to raise Journey awareness.

This one's to my sister:


Then, off to class. Not many people showed up, sadly.




After class, I went over to a friend's house. Notice how they don't skip a beat:


True friends. :: grins ::

And, as is ritual, I called my better half to wind down the night. You can hear the abrasion in my voice: I wanted to be an asshole, but she sounds so goddamn cute when she's tired.


Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.

That was my day. Of course, this omits the harrassing I gave to the Girl That Dropped Shit -- I begged our manager in her name to get a promotion while she was cleaning, and then I made sure to offer my hands whenever she went to pick anything up. If she didn't have a sense of humor, I would be castrated by now. This praxis is also missing the 20 or so baby jokes I unleashed on Dana and Stacy to see which ones they'd laugh at. Or the discussion with my teacher about that CG dancing baby that showed up everywhere in the later 90's and deserved to have a javelin through its head. Or the stranger I repeated the Surrealist joke to. Or the 4 people that I RickRolled / CaramellDansen'd.

But hey, the task says No Interwebs and "Document your exploits well."
Perhaps this will be an on-going task.
Oh yeah, almost forgot the music.

Hmm.... That didn't cut it? One more, then. A serious piece.