Apologies. What is the point of having a blog if you never write in it? I keep meaning to get over here, but I always seem to have actual assignments to write instead. Once I’m done (and I never seem to get there) something else comes up.
Today is one of those days where I kept feeling witty, but no one else seemed to get it. I came up with a great foreign language joke, that will take to long to explain, and you probably won’t get it if you don’t know the language… but to those that do speak the language (to whom I told said joke), it fell flat.
Next, a friend posted on Facebook about how much he hated bullies. We’d just exchanged comments on a Dan Savage article two days before, so I said “it gets better.” Really, it’s not funny when I have to explain it like this, but in the context, I thought I had a slam dunk. It too fell flat.
I also had an excellent set-up for a Michael Vick joke. This was a bit riskier, so I was not surprised when it fell flat.
Just about five minutes ago, I had the opportunity for an inside joke with a friend. I effortlessly made a joke about something I just knew we would both find funny. Crickets.
Sometimes I should really just shut the hell up, not make jokes, and mind my own business. Can some astrologer tell me if there is some kind of retrograde something or other that is making my communication ineffective?
Sigh.
For most of this walk I looked at my shoes.
I was kinda hoping you would say the foreign language joke.
Dude, post your actual assignments like I do. Let your papers be analyzed and critiqued.
Everyone who loves humour has that day where you feel on top of your joke-game and it falls flat. I feel ya.