14 Jul 2014: Humor Challenged

Category: General
Posted by: Andrea
In my most noted tweet thus far, I recently posted an image designed to compliment Emo Philips' wonderful joke about wanting a bicycle. The majority of people who gave it a "favorite" nod or blessed it with a retweet, obviously understood the absurdist heart of the joke, which is a clever commentary on the wishful thinking of the wish-granting powers of prayer and the relative truism, "It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission."


However, there were two who weren't satisfied with choosing the favorite or retweet button — they actually commented. Two men whose hair was ruffled by the punchline as it flew over their heads, unable to grasp the nuance of a straightforward God-bashing joke.


I had no idea that PTSD could be induced by the mere mention of bicycle theft, but for these two bike-loss victims, it seems to have triggered troubling memories. To these poor souls, the joke is somehow making light of or justifying stealing. Rather than working hard to earn the money for ones own bike, one simply does not go and steal someone else's. It's bad form. God might forgive you, but the bike's owner surely will not.

It's a little irritating and I only mention it because they drizzled on my Emo parade.

14 Jul 2014: On Bucket Lists

Category: General
Posted by: Andrea
bucketI understand the concept of a Things To Do Before I Die list, but why call it a Bucket List? Do people think of a wish, write it on a scrap of paper and then drop it in a bucket for safe keeping? Buckets are for water and for cleaning and for slop, not for storing one's keenest hopes and dreams.

So why not refer to it as one's Life List or Dream Dossier?

Oh. I get it. It's the list of things one would like to do before one "kicks the bucket"… Which makes me wonder: Was it so common for people to die while milking cows, therefore kicking over the bucket, that it became an idiom?

We live in a strange and inexplicable world.

Category: Informative
Posted by: Andrea
How conservative is he?


Category: Visual Humor
Posted by: Andrea

Category: General
Posted by: Andrea
I don't suffer from ADD – a trending affliction that could easily explain my inability to focus on certain tasks and an unfortunate tendency to bore myself into an unproductive stupor – but my particular form of self-repression is an offshoot of OCD called EDD (Esteem Deficit Disorder). Sufferers of EDD, once insensitively labeled "shrinking violets", are burdened with symptoms which include performance anxiety (of every kind), hypersensitivity toward criticism (external or internal), and an overall lack of motivation, especially on cloudy days. Contrary to current non-existent scientific studies, EDD does not respond well to medication nor positive attention.

As a creative person who enjoys writing, as well as variety of arts and crafts, I sometimes have the childish urge to say to no one in particular, "Look what I've done!" Unfortunately, attention (even the positive variety), rather than encouraging me to further endeavors, causes my EDD to flare up and my natural coping mechanism (playing dead) kicks in. It's a vicious cycle of "Look at me!" and "Stop staring at me!"

I know why I'm the way I am, but that's of little help toward not being the way I am and becoming the way I want to be. So today I've been writing, tossing aside the expectations of others, disregarding my fear of failure and/or success, and the malaise of winter. Today felt like spring and I felt like being creative. Well done! (If I do say so myself…)

05 Mar 2014: Psychotic Love

Category: Visual Humor
Posted by: Andrea

14 Jan 2014: Devil Baby

Category: Video
Posted by: Andrea

14 Jan 2014: Dante's Inferno

Category: Atheism
Posted by: Andrea
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished me to
the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!

You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.

Here is how I matched up against all the levels:

Purgatory (Repending Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8 - The Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Category: General
Posted by: Andrea
textIt seems that people really like to hear about what other people are doing and feeling. Or did and felt. Sharing personal stories creates an empathetic connection between complete strangers which makes us feel better about ourselves and others. We read about someone's struggles and suffering and feel an instant desire to reach out, to help make it better, if only by expressing concern and support.

Even in a vacuous social venue like Twitter I've seen people offering hope and comfort and encouragement to others. It's in our nature to be compassionate, despite what the 24-hour-news fear mongering would have us believe.

It isn't easy though. While there are those who will tweet about recent bowel movements, others like myself, are more critical in our self-censorship. I have no doubt that some of my thoughts and experiences would entertain and possibly even inspire some people. But sharing requires vulnerability and that's something that makes me very uncomfortable. The fact that whatever I choose to reveal about myself could affect people I care about also causes me anxiety.

My childhood and adolescent years confirmed that being born an introvert was a good call on my part. I learned early on that if no one noticed me I wouldn't be criticized, ridiculed, rejected, or scolded. Not having someone to confide in, someone to offer comfort or encouragement, makes emotional self-reliance necessary. Not ideal perhaps, but survival doesn't always depend on the healthiest means of coping.

I hope that I'll be able to get over the walls I built. Not just for myself, but for anyone out there who may need a boost to climb over theirs.

Category: Humor
Posted by: Andrea

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