Oh To Be A Dumbass

I am an ass. Or at least I can be. My least favourite thing is to make an ass of myself.  Having not done this for a really, really long time, I'm finding it difficult to deal with as I appear to be doing it daily via Twitter. On the plus side, I have yet to be called on it. Only I know (and anyone who checks their @ connect); and anyone who reads this. But in the grand scheme of things, it's like a semi-full classroom (here and there) and not the auditorium. 

One day someone I know personally, though not super well, mentioned that he was looking for a new profile picture. I, in my infinite wisdom, sent a picture of Hunter's butt that I took one day after he had put his underwear on all by himself, backwards and sideways. Then about two minutes later I shook my head and thought- THAT shouldn't be on the Internet!!  I deleted it - and wished I could kick myself. 

Today, I used my usually acceptable knowledge base to stick up for a tweet that suggested a sequel called "Ado Deux" which was replied to as "only works if you mispronounce the French".  Somehow I began to think if "ado" as "adieu" and argued my way forth.  It was only after a few more self-important and slightly condescending tweets that I realized it was not them but me who was arguing a false premise. And felt like a moron.

Next, I "shared" something stupid on Facebook and a friend kindly explained why it actually did not make any sense.

So I am on a roll today. It's a good idea to be able to laugh at yourself but I have been getting too many opportunities to want to smack myself upside the head as of late.  National Lampoons had a record (an actual album, or LP) called That's not Funny, That's Just Sick! - and I'm beginning to feel like my days could be labeled That's not Funny, you're just a Dumbass. Fak.