Initially, connecting my recent bout with a downer of a mucous-ridden sickness didn't fit in with this blog's running joke 1 of me being a robot. However, it is convenient that there are bugs2, and there are bugs3. So there you go. This robot got a bug.
More to the point, something occurred to me while coming out of this sickness. For years, my blogpost schedule has been a once-weekly sporadic occurrence, and every time that part of the week rolls around, I promise to myself to participate more on the internet because, hell, I like it and a lot of the people who are in it. And because I like these people, I promise myself to pay more attention.
And then the bugs arrive, those industrious little motherfuckers. They may or may not be biological / technological / metaphorical.45678910
Or, simply, you get sick. That's a lame but nonetheless very real definition of bug, and if you take poor care of yourself (eg. the author of this blog), this kind bug tends to make you facepalm-level incompetent.
And then, you just want to lie down, hole up, and not do jack shit until you feel better. What I've accepted recently is that, well, fuck--getting a bug is just part of life, so being lame because a bug makes you lame is okay, because eventually, this bug dies. When a bug, in its sickness context, does not die, it then ceases to be a bug and then hatches from its proverbial cocoon to become a medical condition. That's a long way of saying it could be worse.
I'm going to stop feeling bad for getting bugs in the overarching sense, and at the same time stop promising myself I can lead a way of life that denies the viability of bugs. They happen. They suck. They die. You move on.
Wait, just one apology: Sorry about all the footnotes. Hope that didn't bug11 you. :P
- This joke isn't funny as much as it is an ongoing allegory for modern living, in which case it's actually serious, and thus, ridiculous, and not funny ha-ha as much as it is funny interesting-to-consider.
- an illness caused by such a microorganism.
- an error in a computer program or system.
- Your internet goes out.
- You forget your wallet in your other pants.
- You get a flat tire.
- Your umbrella gets pierced.
- Your wedding band falls down the drain.
- You knick yourself shaving.
- A minor error in a robot, programmed to read a daily average of 977 unread items in Google Reader, and who, let's face it, skips over a lot of things because of being distracted by what else he's programmed to do, right? Maybe?
- OMG BUGZ AAAAAAAAAAAHKILLIT!!!!11!!1oneone1! #ImSryBugUDedNao #ISBUDN #TotallyUnnecessary #Under140CharactersBitches! #WTF