amatyultare

I am going to die at work tomorrow--I took over someone's Friday shift and I will not be getting eight hours of sleep tonight, obviously. On the other hand, I don't know if I even care. What was possibly the highlight of my month just occurred. Okay, actually it happened a while ago, but I just found out about it. Dan Brounstein called me a backstabber. That just strikes me as....have you ever felt so very amused by something that it almost feels like joy? Ironic elation, that's what I'll call it. The sheer delicious irony almost distracts me from the lies and contradictions so liberally scattered through the rest of his comment.

I suppose it's just as well. If I wasn't firmly ignoring any tendency towards the ridiculous, I might note that saying that that one expected a particular person to backstab oneself would contradict the very idea of it being backstabbing, which implies surprise and betrayal of trust.

But...no, I will firmly ignore such trivialities, because I have been called a backstabber. I almost think this is better than the time I was called brainwashed, or the time I was called obsessed with my appearance.

...did I see that correctly? DId Dan make HIMSELF a kelp icon? Somehow I doubt he gets the actual joke, but I've gotta give him points for trying.