7/29/2004 - Intelligent Humor - For YOUR MOTHER!

Maybe I get a little "Woody Allen" or "Dennis Miller" with my sense of humor.  The post after this one (which was, chronologically, before this one) has a sort of cerebral joke in it.  If you haven't read the post yet, please read the one after this first.  That way, if you don't catch my "goober humor", you can come back, read this post for an explanation, and then go back and re-read the next (previous) post with the new insight.  That way, it's like reading two posts for the price of one - like looking at the world from a new point of view.

So go read "Party Of One" if you haven't already.  Then come back here...

... for the explanation.  My joke is that I've been repressing my loneliness, and the horoscope brought it out.  See?  We had foreshadowing - "...insight into what is in the brain, but repressed", a setup, the punchline - "does that seem rude to anyone else?", I emotionally string you all along, and finally a big one-two punch at the end - "party of one, please!".  This kind of stuff just cracks my action RIGHT up.  I am my own entertainment.  My own... lonely... entertainment.

I joke a lot about repressing my emotions, and then I'll just let them out in a big mess, then finally act like it's really funny.  But, sometimes, I don't feel funny.  I get afraid that people won't catch my humor, and then they'll think less of me.  When I was a child, I drew a picture for my grandmother of stick figures running around a room, and there was a door that had a sign, which read "Egg-Zit".  My mom said "Jay, it's spelled E-X-I-T", and I said "I know, but my way is funny".  My mom made me change it so my grandma wouldn't think I'm dumb.  To this day, I see an Exit sign, and think "damn you, world... damn you!  My way's funnier!"  But I remain silent.