08 January 2002 - 12:02 a.m.

I've spent the last several days quilting.

Thrilling, I know.

That was not a sarcastic remark.

Actually, both of those remarks were sarcastic.

Irony is a hard thing to type.

The other day, Gus and I were trying to determine what our tragic flaws would be. We think he's too nice, and I'm too sarcastic.

Yes, sarcasm can lead to one's downfall. Imagine negotiating one's destiny with someone without irony - Mary Tyler Moore being the popular example.

MARY TYLER MOORE: Jenn, do you want me to kill you with this sword?

JENN: Yeeeah, Mary Tyler Moore. I wanna die right now. I can think of no better way to spend an afternoon than to get run through. Come on, Mary. turn the world on with your bodkin. Don't give up, the world is waiting for you."

MARY TYLER MOORE: Ok. (Slays Jenn. Exit, pursued by Lou Grant.)

The only thing is, that's a pretty terse scene, so maybe I'd have to be a character with more than one tragic flaw. Or maybe I don't belong in a tragedy. I mean, I'm a quilter. Jesus Christ, people.

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What I'm doing after this: