Maybe if I become sarcastic enough, I'll go back in time or something

I just looked at a bunch of my old posts, and dang - I'm one sarcastic mother! And I'm not just saying that to be sarcastic. I think that perhaps I'm approaching a tipping point of sarcasm, beyond which anything can happen. Maybe I will become humorless, and all my points sincere. Maybe my nose will begin to grow, like that little boy in Pinocchio. Maybe it will tear a tiny hole in the fabric of the universe, and draw me into a world of anti-matter, where lemons are sweet and up is down and Fergie is attractive. Don't really have a point here - just making a self-observation. Now back to the sarcasm.