It was a dark stormy night, you were reading someone’s blog as you usually do, then lightning strikes.  The blogger says something you totally didn’t expect.  All of a sudden your perspective of them changes completely – just like that.

I’m not talking about something fairly innocent that they said that’s uncharacteristic of them, like “So I found $5 between two couch cushions I was fucking last night…”  Oh, well, hello sir/ma’am, I would expect that sort of behavior from someone like me but perhaps not you, and now my lofty expectations have you have been slightly misaligned.  No, that’s cool.

No, sometimes – rarely – you get the person that behaves normally and writes just normal funny crap for months and months.  Then one morning they write a quick little blurb about how Hitler was right about things like racial extermination and keep on trucking like it was nothing, maybe talking about their dog and their three innocent children and how they have weak ankles when they play hockey.

You know that little sound effect – the one where the record player screeches to a halt?  Yeah, that little one plays in your mind.  “Whoa, what?  Hitler?”  You reread the article to make sure you weren’t just seeing shit like you normally do.  Nope, they weren’t referring to their cousin ‘Hister’ in Colorado that believes that chocolate ice cream needs to be eradicated from the earth.

Well, sometimes that happens to me, I’m totally thrown by something someone writes.  Whoa, this isn’t a little couch-fucking incident, dude, all of a sudden you’ve skipped right over the crude and callous shit right into the avoid at-all-costs category.  Just like that!

And you might have been making agreeable comments on this person’s blog for a long time, like “Hey, you’re a supportable dude!”  Then all of a sudden you’re considering Googling ways to hack Blogger so you can delete your comments from the previous few days to put some distance between you and this person who seemed to be fairly normal but now with a slip of the tongue has joined the likes of Polly Wolly Pot and Slobby Milosevic.

Yeah, anyways, that’s kind of funny when that happens.  Kinda messes up your train of thought.  That little post you were going to make about how you farted lots in your sleep the previous night seems somewhat trivial, comparatively speaking.