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prev home archive next Momentary Thought It is a very special thing indeed when someone tells you "I love you" and means it. High/Low High: A kid-free evening tonight, which Calvin and I will attempt to take advantage of. Low: Back-to-back meetings all day today. Current Obsession Hmm... which one should I pick today? Finances, or Stats homework? Grin Source Making a very down co-worker laugh by forcing him to listen to the following song... Singing Well! Kyle's mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch. She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world. She's a stupid bitch, If there ever was a bitch, She a bitch to all the boys and girls! "Kyle's Mom's a Bitch" from the Southpark Soundtrack Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
I don't think everybody gets my sense of humor. Nobody would laugh if I started singing about a particular co-worker to the tune of "Kyle's Mom is a Bitch", replacing "Kyle's Mom" with "Her Name". Absolutely nobody understands why I laugh hysterically whenever someone mentions "missing balls" or "dented balls" or "mis-attached balls" in our morning Ops meeting. Forget about mentioning "lubricant". Or "screws". I'm such an adolescent. My professor did not think it was amusing when I asked him if there was a reason why he didn't number himself among the "men" in the room, when he was counting how many women and how many men the class consisted of. (Editor's Note: No, I don't like my professor at all.) My boss didn't think I should title one of my slides "What the hell are we doing here?" rather than "Agenda". The ergonomist doing an evaluation on my workstation just blinked at me when I said that women had more to concern themselves about Upper Weight Bearing Support than men did. I didn't even get a titter or smirk when I did the "Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?" thing to an unanswered question in a meeting. Nor did they when one particular person went on a rant of "-isms" to which I responded "I don't believe in isms, I just believe in me." Nobody even *got* it when a guy came down off of a heated, ranting spiel, and to break the ice I said "Way to get all Dennis Miller on us!" I'm considered a moron because all-acronym sentences of the "We'll have to assemble an ABC in order to do a DEF for the GHI before we get approval from the JKL. Contact the MNO and the PQR of the ABC, and set up a meeting ASAP" type put me in a fit of giggles. Trust me, that *is* how business is communicated in AcronymCo. Hence, the name. One person who came to my desk and said "Can I ask you a question?" took me literally when I said "No." They actually turned around and left, and I had to call them back and tell them I was kidding. I liken the humor deficiency of the people around me as a room full of silent birds. Standing there. Staring. Unblinking. Except for one black-winged magpie that shrieks away into the night. That's that one person that we all know, who laughs at everything he doesn't get. The world is just one un comprehensible Far Side cartoon after another to him. Gah. Nobody gets me. Except for my family. And they think I'm lame pretty much of the time, too. But then, an stranger to our family (are you reading this, Dawn?) will find that we have a ton of inside jokes. We'll pass a pair of Mormons on their bicycles on the road. Calvin will say "Hello, Mormon!" and I'll respond with "Hello, Mormon!" Did anybody out there see the ad for the Discovery Channel, with the two "mosquitos" that buzz-buzz-buzzed and said "Hello, Mosquito!" to each other? No? Okay. I'll ask Marie a question, she'll respond with an answer other than what I expected, and I'll respond with "Moo-moo". Stems from the South Park episode with the aliens who discovered that cows were the most intelligent beings on the Earth. "Moo-moo" = "My bad." We'll spontaneously shout "Tim-MAH!", due to the recent hype around the South Park character, Timmy. We refer to "Ded Bob" of the "Ded Bob Show" at the Renaissance Festival. Usually in the form of "look into my eye-sockets", or yelling "Ahhh!" whenever another person's arm is raised. When Calvin does his mock-sexy look and pose, we tell him that he's getting "all John Cage", with that Barry White song playing in the background. Something has "tilt steering" if someone is trying to figure out something obvious about it, or "tilt steering" is mentioned if someone has done something very brain-damaged. This comes from when Calvin, after owning a truck for over five years, suddenly discovered one day that it had tilt steering. All of this is incomprehensible to you all, isn't it? It's like we have our own language, sometimes. Songs we all know, or shows we've all seen. Nicknames we've given each other, or embarrassing stories we know. We can even remind each other of this stuff just by looking at each other at opportune moments, when saying it out loud wouldn't be appropriate. Like when we're having dinner with the relatives. Innuendo is a big one, here. If it can be taken dirty, it will be. It's a very fun place to be, on the inside of all these "inside jokes". There's a billion of them rattling around in our family, some that fall out of favor for a while, only to be resurrected at the exact moment as to render them hysterical once again. Some day, we'll be a hit Made for TV Movie. Or else they'll ship us off to our own planet, along with all the hair dressers and telephone sanitization people. You don't get that one either, do you? Sigh. |