New and improved... maybe
Recently some of you may have noticed a slight change in the BOFH-grams letters. I've received mail about it, and they rest somewhat drunkly on my mind, or rest on my drunken mind, whatever. And I'm here to answer the questions on your soft awaiting ruby lips... right, I'm going to stop that too.
First of all, the BOFHer is evolving newsletter, it isn't always funny, and it isn't always good. But it's always about me. Sometimes my life isn't as funny as I'd like, but I try to pull the best bits for everyone
to see. And frankly folks, you don't want to see want doesn't make the cut. (two words, Heroin Overdose.) But all in all, it will return to its normal funny and large assed self. But that also means, you're in for some reading of my pain. I'll try to make it funny, because my pain *is* funny, the subject is going to based on my suffering. And hordes of people agree, my suffering can be enteraining.
Which brings me to one of my biggest flaws, bigger even than my ass, is that I don't take things seriously. I think of the world as joke, and make sure I laugh at all of it. I asked one of my friends, when was the last time she had seen my say something serious, and she eplied "When
you broke up with me." Uh... um... right, Which leads into my second biggest flaw, my lack of tact.
Nonetheless, there's hope for me. Have you noticed how often the new buzzword, "closure," has been cropping up lately? It may be a subconscious way of saying everybody shut up. Including me.
So in closing, while some of you may think it's impolite to laugh at me, some of you don't like laughing at my pain, some of you also have been using the same toothbrush for more than three months, eewww. I say, let out that bucktooth, bad dental hygiene guffaw, because if you can't
laugh at me, all you have left to laugh at is yourself.
(Add your own Freudian subtext to that last line. I've exceeded my government-allowed limit of dick jokes for the year.)
Shaun Nelson - Bastard Operator From Hell
***
You get these BOFH-grams because you somehow know the Bastard. If you have begun to stew in regret over that decision, don't fret. Send me an email with: "I DESERVE AN ASS-KICKING" in the subject line, and I'll unsubscribe you.
First of all, the BOFHer is evolving newsletter, it isn't always funny, and it isn't always good. But it's always about me. Sometimes my life isn't as funny as I'd like, but I try to pull the best bits for everyone
to see. And frankly folks, you don't want to see want doesn't make the cut. (two words, Heroin Overdose.) But all in all, it will return to its normal funny and large assed self. But that also means, you're in for some reading of my pain. I'll try to make it funny, because my pain *is* funny, the subject is going to based on my suffering. And hordes of people agree, my suffering can be enteraining.
Which brings me to one of my biggest flaws, bigger even than my ass, is that I don't take things seriously. I think of the world as joke, and make sure I laugh at all of it. I asked one of my friends, when was the last time she had seen my say something serious, and she eplied "When
you broke up with me." Uh... um... right, Which leads into my second biggest flaw, my lack of tact.
Nonetheless, there's hope for me. Have you noticed how often the new buzzword, "closure," has been cropping up lately? It may be a subconscious way of saying everybody shut up. Including me.
So in closing, while some of you may think it's impolite to laugh at me, some of you don't like laughing at my pain, some of you also have been using the same toothbrush for more than three months, eewww. I say, let out that bucktooth, bad dental hygiene guffaw, because if you can't
laugh at me, all you have left to laugh at is yourself.
(Add your own Freudian subtext to that last line. I've exceeded my government-allowed limit of dick jokes for the year.)
Shaun Nelson - Bastard Operator From Hell
***
You get these BOFH-grams because you somehow know the Bastard. If you have begun to stew in regret over that decision, don't fret. Send me an email with: "I DESERVE AN ASS-KICKING" in the subject line, and I'll unsubscribe you.
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