Have you ever noticed that the people out there who claim to be “crazy” or “insane” are typically not only un-crazy certifiably un-insane, but are also almost disturbingly NOT interesting? You know, “People, let me tell you, I am such a nut. You wouldn’t believe what my husband and I did this weekend. We bought new patio furniture -- even though we already bought new patio furniture six years ago! Who buys lawn furniture more often than every eight years?! I tell you people, we’re nuts. NUTS!”

Conversely, people who are not straight in the head are convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that they have complete control over their faculties. Show me someone who lives in a double wide garbage dumpster and owns a wardrobe composed entirely of aluminum foil and banana peels, and I’ll show you a person who thinks that he or she is the sanest person in the universe.

I’m just sharing an observation. I don’t really have anywhere to go with that.
I’m just thinking out loud.

On friday, I had posted what I considered to be a perfectly acceptable entry here. I had successfully married being a nice guy and a complete shit-head in one fell swoop. I simultaneously spread the love and mocked the forgivable lameness of the Blogtimore, Hon name. I created two bullshit buttons to assist me in my mocking, and at the time felt perfectly satisfied just leaving the page be until today.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the way I lost touch with reality and felt compelled to tweak and manipulate the post ALL WEEKEND LONG, until the post no longer had any resemblance to it’s original purpose.

What happened?

In an attempt to figure out where exactly I lost my shit this weekend, and since I have nothing else to write about today, I’m going to take a stroll through my thoughts in relation to the previous posting.

Post up, two bullshit buttons, Blogtimore webmeister calls me smartass, ha ha, snark successfully delivered... (time goes by)... *grumble* bullshit buttons ugly and too big. Must build smaller, normal sized buttons... what if people actually use them? Must make smart-assed one, one without bullshit “hon”, and one with bullshit “hon” to not be too much of an asshole... there done... oh, but I don’t like the font at that size... hmmmmm, most buttons seem to use silkscreen font... small, readable, but gobbles Kottke’s taint, fuck Kottke and his boring ass page... *build-build-build* there, done... oh, but I don’t like the blue, would clash with my template... change colors... oh, but now looks like a rip-off of supamb’s blog balitmore button... must make my own button... Oh, look! My cousin in Tokyo left a comment on my nipple post! Perfect opportunity to make “tune into Tokyo” joke... back to buttons... hmmmm, maybe Blogtimore people don’t want me making buttons... insert disclaimer... make copy of original button, only correct size and color that doesn’t clash with my template... does Sally really have nothing better to do than write comments in peoples’ blogs correcting their misuse of the apostrophe? What am I, fucking Harper’s magazine?...buttons buttons buttons.......

Step back, look at the web page, realize that I sort of lost my shit and think to myself, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Anyway, I have no idea what any of this means. I lost my shit, went loopy, identified it, which means I’m nuts, NUTS! How conventional, uninteresting and not insane of me. Whatever.

And which button will I be using? Well, none of them, actually. I don't like buttons. I think they make things look cluttered.

Um, yeah, that Blogtimore thing opens up tonight, supposedly, I think. Sign up.