it's a fair question

Which is worse, genuine douchiness or fake niceness?

I'm not sure but right now I'm leaning toward fake niceness as being worse.

Edit - This is a lame entry but still better than most blogs. I have had a lot of things I was going to blog about but haven't gotten around to like the time I bought gum called Fabulous Fruitini, or the time I had a near death experience due to a gummi shark with a liquid center, or the time my son asked me why we didn't name him Indiana Jones, or the time my daughter wanted to make sandwiches shaped like Bender (the robot from Futurama) so someone could finally bite his shiny metal ass, but it's too much work I suppose.

Sad, but if it wasn't you would have read it somewhere other than a glorified end note.