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The FREE Sarcastion Mark


I know some people who are sarcastic. I know a few of them. I might be one of them. But when I use it in writing, I definitely avoid “labeling” it by tossing in an LOL at the end. Perhaps one day I will start a web campaign against LOLs. But that is for another blog entry (or a past one or two or three… nope, just two).

Back to sarcasm.

After graduating from high school, I remember having a discussion with some of my buddies about being sarcastic in emails, which would be our new form of communication (and IMs) as we moved to different cities, different universities. The answer seemed simple enough: a sarcastion mark.

We instituted this new punctuation in our communication, even in our written letters (it was back in 1999 so people still used the mail, shocker).

But eventually, it died away.

I’m not sure why. Perhaps we over used it? Eventually you just realized that an email from Shannon, Sabrina, Lindsey, Erin, Karen or Alison would be spattered with sarcasm. Probably.

Whatever the reason, it came up in conversation with the guys here at work today, labeling your sarcasm in IM conversations. I know there’s been “debates” about it in regards to tagging it in HTML. Yes, geeky, sarcastic debates.

What I didn’t know, until Google informed me today, was that some company back in 2010 attempted to create a sarcasm punctuation mark and SELL it to you to download for $1.99. They called it the SarcMark. Right there was their first mistake. Stupid name. Has ANYBODY even heard of this? Clearly, it has not caught on.

Back to me and MY clever, sarcastic friends. Here in all its glory is OUR Sarcastion Mark. I like our name much better. Sarcastion Mark.

Oh look, it’s already on your keyboard*, you don’t have to download a new font or anything. Begin using it today, for FREE! Wow, how nice are we? Yes, you can thank us for our forward thinking back in the Y2K-scare days. We knew this would be needed by the WORLD one day.

Tell me, do you like our “invention”? Huh? Huh?


(On a totally unrelated note, I had some fun with the banner of this blog on lunch today. If you haven’t noticed already—I’d bet not—there are several different images that might load up each time you open this blog or a page on it. See if you can get each one to load. And they’re all drawn by little ol’ me. Nice.)

(And one more unrelated note, there’s now a feed of articles as they’re updated on Chef Guapo’s blog just to your right. See it in the right sidebar? Cool.)


*In case you didn’t notice, that’s the tilde and the exclamation, which are right next to each other up there above your left pinky. Reach for it, reach for it. Shift and got it. Nice work.

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Dustin’s Tower of Terror


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this sometimes-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: Lindsey! Hooray for high school buddies. I’ve kept in touch with a small group of girl friends from the ol’ days. We all became closer friends our senior year when we realized, oh yeah, THESE people are my favorites—these are the people who will be consistent friends. Linds is definitely one of those friends. I heart her.

What would YOU do with Veggie Straws?


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this supposed-to-be-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: Lindsey, congratulations! I had this image from her caption of Hobbes drinking coffee and all of a sudden, his hair just stands on end. It probably said ‘boing’ when it happened, too. Like in a cartoon.

Shout out for Linds: I was telling a story to my boyfriend the other day about reversing down an alley our senior year of high school with boys chasing us on foot, squirt guns in hand. We should probably sit down one day and write together all of the stories we remember from that one weekend playing senior assassination: breaking into LeBlanc’s house, setting up Andrew to get “killed”, reversing down alleys, our long list of who had who, sleeping at Tracy’s mom’s, holding the bedroom window shut while Weed tried to get in and “kill” me at Alison’s, Alison’s birthday dinner at RedRock, the incident with Marianne, etc. etc. Those were the days…

A Brief Story of A High School Relationship


I had a journal that I started writing in my creative writing class that I took my senior year of high school. I really didn’t like the teacher, but I did like that the class forced me to write in a journal again, after a hiatus of a couple of years. I tried to be more “creative” with my journal entries by telling stories about what had happened to me. Here’s one of them. It’s a bit jumbled, but it might make sense to you. Maybe. Only a handful of you, though, will know what LIBWSE stands for. Do you remember?

7/4/99

I laughed. My laughing did not fit the mood. I knew others were looking at and judging me while they continued singing. I knew, while I was fighting for control over my laughter, that Drew was looking at me while conducting the other singers. I could not look up. I could not meet his eyes. That was Sunday; after Thursday.
Four-thirty, Thursday afternoon, finally reads on the small clock on the table. The last parent collects her little boy and I collect my bag and damp towel. I push the heavy glass doors open and step from the air-conditioned fort into the heat of the first day of July. I am exhausted. Climbing the cement steps to the parking lot takes too much effort. Across the emptying lot, I see my car sitting alone. Something on the windshield catches me eye. Instantly, my thoughts flash through two previous memories:

Was it the end of the first day of work? Walking out with two older counselors, Shannon and Lisa, I listen to them talk. Lisa arrives by her car first. She also arrives by a flower and note tucked in between her windshield and wiper. She pulls them off, smiling, and I continue on, feeling jealous.

Earlier, that same Thursday, starting July, I pulled into the lot and Lindsey’s car, driven by Lindsey, parks next to me. It will only remain for half the day.

I hope that it is a flower or flowers, but thinking more logically, I guess it is a “present” Linds left me of garbage. All I can make out as I approach is that there is clear plastic. So, I don’t stop walking until I step up beside my car and glance over. There, wrapped in clear plastic and white tissue paper sits a flower. I leave it, unlock the car and throw my bag and towel in the back seat. Then, I grab the gift revealing a note. Scrawled on a small, ripped-off paper is a message: “LIBWSE – Drew.” I smile, glancing around the parking lot to see if anyone, especially Drew, is in sight. Seeing no one, I jump in my car and drive off to Lindsey’s afternoon workplace. She will be jealous.

Street Sign Found in England


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this supposed-to-be-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: Is Meredith, Janet, Braden and Lindsey, woot woot! Is that just dumb to say it was everybody? I just felt like giving the reasons why I liked each caption. Can you deal with that? Too bad. It’s my blog. Deal with it. Mom cracked me up with the idea that you could buy two Sarahs. I like being greedy. Janet apparently wanted to return the one Sarah. Or at least have the opportunity to if the size didn’t fit. Sounded like she’d be a good candidate to adopt a Russian. And then there was Braden who cleverly referenced Mary Poppins and her bag hopping tendencies. Of course that would have started in her childhood. And last, Lindsey presented a situation where a little toddler was calling for a cab. Ha! Good one.

Look What I Found in the Bag


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this supposed-to-be-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: Is Lindsey! Hive five. I know, you think she didn’t post a caption, but actually she did and actually it’s funny, but actually it’s not actually posted as a comment on last week’s post. She actually posted the comment on the caption contest rules (link above). So I’m actually giving you a wee bit of a hard time for doing that, my friend, but we’re still friends. We bonded while reversing through alleys in our neighborhood in high school. Good times in the old Volvo.