Soft

I got a forward today

Subject: 88 ways to know if you're chinese

It contained a list of (at least) 30 recipients, and then some 8.7 kilobytes of horrifically formatted (i counted 8 quotation marks in front of some, but not all, of the "ways to know") self-denigrating humor.

I didn't send an excoriating mail to the senders. I didn't fire back with a grumpy request to be removed off their Village Idiots' List of Friends Who Like to Read Low-grade Humor. I didn't call them up and chew them out for polluting the Internet with garbage. I didn't passive-aggressively add them to a spam blacklist or into my /dev/null filter. I didn't bite my tongue and then comment casually about their "inane" Internet chatter at a later date.

All of which i've done in the past.

I filed it under my humor mailbox, which was last updated in April of 2002.

Gah. Yvonne's right. I'm getting soft in my freaking old age.