On humor

Is it me? Sometimes people are offended by my jokes, and I wonder if maybe my sense of humor is so idiosyncratic that it is impossible to expect anyone else to share it. The mock-braggodocio of my "about" description -- styling myself a bon vivant and raconteur -- is often misinterpreted by humorless lefties. Well, who can expect them to get a joke?

It's somewhat more disturbing when my jokes are misunderstood by friends and allies, as indicated by some of the comments on the "Guest Blogger of the Year" post. Seeking a hook for linking Iowahawk's hilarious Rita Ortiz post, I decided to combine it with a link to Jules Crittenden's post announcing his Weblog Award nomination, and frame it in the joking context of pretending to have my feelings hurt that I had not been nominated.

So, just to clear up any misunderstanding, I apologize to any of "you ungrateful bastards" who were offended by the joke. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault that I'm a bad blogger whose jokes aren't funny.