{"id":2319,"date":"2007-03-22T14:40:55","date_gmt":"2007-03-22T19:40:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/?p=1080"},"modified":"2007-03-22T14:40:55","modified_gmt":"2007-03-22T19:40:55","slug":"well-crap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/?p=2319","title":{"rendered":"Well, crap."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I guess I&#8217;m stressed.<\/p>\n<p>Last night at dinner a nervous tic cropped up that I haven&#8217;t had for years.  You see, I&#8217;ve got this odd little problem with knives.  I don&#8217;t like having them pointed in my direction.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nI know that seems more like a survival trait than a nervous tic, but for me it gets really silly.  If I&#8217;m at dinner, I&#8217;ll sit so that I&#8217;m not directly opposite anyone&#8217;s silverware.  In extreme cases, I&#8217;ll reach across the table and move someone&#8217;s knife so that it&#8217;s not pointing at me.<\/p>\n<p>Yeah.  Really classy.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, Monday night my Wife and I went out for dinner and got talking about the Smithees and the various show prep and work we&#8217;ve got coming up in the next few weeks.  And in the middle of it, I guess I noticed that her knife was lying on the table and pointed in my direction.  Without even realizing it, I casually leaned over and tapped the edge of the blade, turning it so that the point was aiming at the wall.<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t done this for <b>years<\/b>.  Having it crop up again is a total red flag that there&#8217;s too much stress percolating in my mind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I guess I&#8217;m stressed. Last night at dinner a nervous tic cropped up that I haven&#8217;t had for years. You see, I&#8217;ve got this odd little problem with knives. I don&#8217;t like having them pointed in my direction.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[24],"class_list":["post-2319","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-personal-blather"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2319","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2319"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2319\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2319"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2319"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}