Diary of a Network Geek

The trials and tribulations of a Certified Novell Engineer who's been stranded in Houston, Texas.


You’re so vain…

Filed under: Advice from your Uncle Jim,Criticism, Marginalia, and Notes,Deep Thoughts,Fun,Life, the Universe, and Everything,Personal — Posted by the Network Geek during the Hour of the Tiger which is terribly early in the morning or 5:56 am for you boring, normal people.
The moon is Waxing Gibbous

I bet you think this post is about you.
Don’t you? (Hopefully everyone gets the reference!) Anyway, I know there are people reading this who think that I write posts targeted directly at them. No, I’m not being paranoid. I know that there are people who are so obsessed with what I write here that they check on it, just sure that I’m going to make a veiled reference about them or directly to them. No, I’m not being arrogant, either. I know that “they” are out there. The sad thing is, when they’re the most sure that I’m writing about them, I’m not. Of course, trying to convince these people of that is like trying to convince a conspiracy theorist that there’s no conspiracy. (“Ha, see, that’s what they want you to think!”)
Jeez, now I’m starting to sound paranoid! Well, anyway, I’m done making fun of the loonies. They don’t take too well to it. Besides, this little note will keep them going for months…

Okay, now, take a little Advice from your Uncle Jim and just let it go. You’re not always the center of the universe. Honest.

Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"After a time, you may find that 'having' is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as 'wanting.' It is not logical, but it is often true."
   --Spock, "Amok Time," stardate 3372.7..


  1. I am not a conspiracy theorist. I’ve been through reconditioning to erase that programming. I’m just a peaceful citizen.

    Comment by Paul — 8/17/2005 @ 10:33 am

  2. See? I *knew* if I posted this it would bring the loonies out! Ah-ha!

    Comment by the Network Geek — 8/17/2005 @ 10:49 am

  3. My uncle was a loonie,
    a van took him away
    my mother went to visit him
    most every Saturday

    One day she came home very sad
    and said she needed time
    to think about some things he said
    that stuck her as sublime

    She went out on the internet
    to get a bit of aid
    but searching filled up many hours
    and made her quite afraid

    She started buying from online
    a very odd array
    of pre-made meals and weaponry
    and a solar-powered bidet

    Then one day when I came home
    she wouldn’t let me in
    until I showed my id card
    to prove I was her kin

    I knew that now the time had come
    she must be put away
    my cover could be compromised
    and involve the CIA.


    Comment by Paul — 8/17/2005 @ 11:51 am

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