Blog Post: Sarcasm, Steely Dan, and Why You Never Know If I’m Insulting You
A friend of mine once told me,
“When I talk to you, I never know if I’ve just been insulted.”
And honestly? I took that as high praise.
Because sarcasm, done right, is an art. It’s the seasoning that makes dry truth taste like dessert. It’s humor with teeth. And apparently, I wield it like a scalpel dipped in glitter and spite.
Lately, I’ve been trying to broaden my horizons beyond Magic: the Gathering. Not just new decks or formats—but the stuff around the game. The things that shape how I think, speak, and create. The quirks that define me not just as a player, but as a person.
And something I’ve realized? I freaking love sarcasm.
Especially in music.
I’ve already professed my love for Steely Dan—masters of the jazzy, cynical wink. But I also love Ben Folds, whose lyrics feel like middle fingers hidden in piano chords. Both artists blend dark humor with razor-sharp wit, crafting songs that say, “We’re all a mess, but at least we can harmonize about it.”
I think that same energy leaks into everything I do, especially as Tibalt’s Apprentice.
Why that name? Why not something noble, wise, or heroic?
Because let’s face it: Tibalt isn’t exactly a role model. He’s chaotic, clever, probably insufferable at dinner parties—and I relate to that. I’m not here to pretend I have all the answers or that I always play optimally. I’m here to stir the pot with a smirk and say the wrong thing on purpose—because sometimes, the wrong thing teaches you more than the right one.
So maybe this post doesn’t have a tight thesis. Maybe it’s just another self-aware spiral through the chaos engine that powers my brain. But if nothing else, it’s a reminder:
If you’re not sure whether I’ve insulted you...
You’re probably in the right place.
— Tibalt’s Apprentice
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