Made this for my kids.

Made this for my kids.
First off is this gem my wife found. The 2023 Lost and Found Index. Some real gems in here. Among my favorites:
Definitely worth a skim…
These astonishing and slightly unsettling tattoos from Spanish artist, Adri Reigada (@adrireigada)
The best prom invitation ever. Ever.
A former coworker posted something today about the awkwardness of running into coworkers in public places. How, despite liking that person, you instantly lose the ability to form speech.
It reminded me how even passing coworkers in the hallway at work can be awkward and soul-destroying.
First Encounter: You smile, exchange pleasantries, and move on.
Second Encounter: The briefest of eye contact, the “I’m busy, pal” dismissive smile and a simian grunt that resembles the word, “Hey.”
Third Encounter: The upward head bob. No eye contact is made. The exchange is silent and understood.
Fourth Encounter: You pretend to be immersed in something very important on your phone. You are, in reality, staring at the app arrangement on your home screen.
Fifth Encounter: You have recombined your own DNA and are now an as of yet, undiscovered species, perhaps a cryptid.
Computer security is a subject that, with the sole exception of Mr. Robot, has never been portrayed realistically on movies or television.
I had a lot of help on this one. Co-authored by my old friends, Chris Moritz and Scott Vowels.
And as a special tribute, I decided to ask ChatGPT how I am described. This was the response:
Davezilla is a humorous blogger who is known for his witty and often sarcastic commentary on various topics. He has a unique writing style that blends humor, satire, and pop culture references, and his blog is widely regarded as entertaining and engaging. Davezilla’s writing is often described as witty, incisive, and insightful, and his humor appeals to a wide range of readers, including those who enjoy political satire, pop culture commentary, and social critique. Overall, Davezilla is known for his ability to bring laughter and joy to his readers through his writing, and his blog is widely regarded as a must-read for anyone who is looking for a good laugh or an entertaining perspective on the world around them.
I’ll take it!
This blog was started on February 9, 1998 and has been updated on a when-I-get-my-shit-together basis ever since.
I know. That term is politically incorrect. And I am not applying it to those with true mental illnesses. I’m talking about those times when eccentricity goes a wee bit over the top. And stays there.
You’ve doubtless met others who have decided to become eccentric, perhaps even the town eccentric, but it was clearly a conscious act on their part. Those people.
True eccentricity, I believe, is unconscious. The person may not know their actions are in fact, not in societal expectations. Those people are fantastic and bring color to life.
Back to being batshit crazy. There is a point where the self-made eccentric goes so far in trying to shock and get attention that they don’t see a way out and fall into some sort of never-ending spiral.
You look at these souls and think, “What sort of WalMart tornado hit him? That guy is wearing woman’s underwear and has nine mop buckets full of old Twinkies tied around his throat like some Puritan shaming ritual.”
I just want to know when does one reach the point of self-made eccentricity where they have no way out? This is them, and good luck getting a loan. Pro Tip: banks generally don’t accept Kazoo art as collateral.
As always, your comments are appreciated, and possibly suspect.
I hate the taste of brushing your teeth after drinking orange juice. Even worse is an apple followed by a Pep-O-Mint Lifesaver. Don’t try this at home.
I’ve seen some terrible ideas for tattoos in my time. Hell, I’ve come up with some. But the public does it better. Homer Simpson bending over so the tat owner’s navel is his asshole. The Warner Bros. Tasmanian Devil holding a beer, with the caption, this bud’s for me (alternately with a joint). And I really don’t get the goth girls who get open-mouthed devil faces down there. Thanks, no. Here’s some more that really exist. You’re welcome.
I bought this domain. Yep. February 22, 1998. That means next year, my blog will be a quarter century old. One of the oldest on the planet. Crazy town.
Thank you for sticking with me. I am going to be posting a lot more this year. But original stuff. Not the memes. Those can stay on Facebook where they belong!
I make things. People buy them.
USD $22.95
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