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Punchlines For Pragmatists

Why was six afraid of seven?
It wasn’t. Numbers are not sentient and thus incapable of feeling fear.

Why did the blonde get fired from the M&M factory?
Repeated absences and stealing.

via Something Awful

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There Once Was a Girl From Nantucket

In honor of National Poetry Month, I will PayPal five dollars to the first person that can turn this post into a limerick using the words “rectify” and “analysis.” AND, you have to make me laugh out loud.

Not much of a challenge, or pay-off, but I’m feeling generous.

I Don’t See You With An Advanced Degree in Captioneering

Norbizness here from the recently SXSW-poseurized People’s Republic of Austin. This caption-related post is tagged as “Humor,” so these must be funny, right?. The tag wouldn’t lie, would it? (click on the thumbnail for a larger pic)

Man, the reception sucks. Try adjusting the parabolic crown of thorns.

Pills! Who wants pills?

I swear on a stack of Catch-22s, I’ll never club a stuffed seal filled with red dye ever again.

Was it good for you?

I guess that one night in Bangkok does make a hard man humble.

Enough of that. Embarrassing moment time: wearing peach-colored Easter pants to school… in 10th grade. I think I received about 30 comments that day, none of which could be construed as helpful or esteem-building. I still try to squeeze into them from time to time when I want to feel dainty, though.

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Humorous Insert

Thank whomever somebody has a sense of humor about all this.

Other 293 Million Americans Waiting For Congress To Pass Bills For Them

The success of Congress’s record-breakingly speedy passage of a bill specifically crafted for the parents and brother of persistently-vegetative Terry Shiavo induced a furor this morning as America’s other 293 million inhabitants eagerly awaited their own “personal legislation.”

“I can’t wait,” said seven-year-old Terry Dooley, who has petitioned Congress to pass legislation ordering Schwinn to give him a new bike.

Americans couldn’t be happier that Congress is finally doing something for them. “Now, this is your government at work,” said Piper Cobb, who has asked Congress for a law requiring credit card companies to give him an exceptionally low rate of interest with no late payment fees.

“The era of the individually targeted law has arrived,” said Professor Anthony Garnabanzo. “Congress has finally abandoned the idea of forging general domestic policies that impact on the entire country.”

Tammy Gamble of Illinois has asked Congress to pass a law stopping the accelerating erosion of health care benefits offered by her employer, Sears. “Pretty soon we will not be able to afford the cost of my cancer medication copayment,” she said.

Garnabanzo traced the evolution of so-called “personally crafted” legislation back to the advent of George W. Bush’s presidency. “When the Supreme Court created a personal private right of action protecting George W. Bush from counting the Florida ballots, it was just a matter of time before they started protecting other people.”

UPDATE: Two new developments in the Schiavo case: God’s 15-Year Quest To Call Terri Schiavo Home Delayed By Congress (you may need to scroll down that page after clicking on the link) and Doctors Declare Congress “Persistently Vegetative,” Petition For Withdrawal of Life Support.

Thank you, Tom Burka. Thank you.

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On Herrings: An Honest Question

In response to Chris Clarke’s Friday extinct herring blogging, I asked:

I’ve heard that modern herring communicate through flatulence. Is this true? If so, I think I’ve found my new totem animal. Listen – I’m communicating right now.

He responded:

It’s true that some herring fart. Here is an impressive and prestigious link as evidence. Whether the farts are a form of communication is still unknown.

I do see some problems inherent in communicative flatulence:

“Who said that?”
“I didn’t say it. He must have said it.”
“No way, man. He who heard it spurred it.”
Etc.

Of course, there are obvious parallels between the use of farts as communication and the dynamics of male blogging practices, the elucidation of which has been left as an exercise for the reader.

The A-list penisphere/herring flatulence link is more adept than you might think. The link Clarke provides gives us greater insight:

Although it was already known that herring could release large clouds of bubbles to confuse predators, releasing small bubbles intermittently when not under threat had not been seen or heard before. “We also noticed that individual fish release more bubbles the more fish are in the tank with them. In other words it seems that herring like to fart in company,” says lead author Ben Wilson.

The noises are only heard at night and may act as a source of communication within the shoal. Batty speculates that fish at the front of a shoal fart to direct other shoal members in a particular direction, keeping the school together at night. During the day these fish use visual information, such as the pattern of light reflected off specialised mirror-like scales, to communicate.

No wonder red herrings are such an effective method of derailing an argument.

Need further proof? Here is the regal sound of a herring. It sounds remarkably like Kevin Drum.

Watch Your Info

ISOU points me to a blog where a woman has a fake Adult Friend Finder account, uses it to lure married guys into contacting her, and then publishes their letters on her blog. She even posts phone numbers and names when they give them out and offer to meet her. Like David says, she is absolutely brutal.

And the men? Yeah, can’t work up any compassion for married people getting called out on their adulterous ways.

Watch your information, people. Let this be a lesson to ye.

Speaking of Eliot…

The Love Song of J. Alfred Fan

Time to go, then, don’t you think,
While the Zamboni smooths the ice upon the rink,
Like a patient waitress, polishing her table;
Let us go, through crowd-congested streets,
The deep bass thumping beats
Of restless SUV’s in left turn-only lines
And sawhorse barriers with detour signs
Signs we follow like merging congregants
Towards the south side entrance
To lead us to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “Who will win?”
Let us buy our tickets and go in.

In the arena patrons come and go
Talking of Razor and Big Joe.

And this:
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

is turned to this:
Maybe I’ll buy a big foam claw
And wave it in the air to cheer the B’s.

Parodies slay me.

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Thankfully This is Satire

Lordy.

In an effort to “level the academic playing field,” Harvard University President Lawrence Summers announced today that the university would introduce a home economics major designed specifically for its female students.

“Starting in the fall, Harvard will offer home economics for women who find economics too tricky,” said Summers, who called the move “long overdue.”

Summers said that the new courses would help women at Harvard improve their grade point averages, adding, “When it comes to getting busy in the kitchen, women are second to none.”

The home ec major, which will consist of courses in cooking, sewing and what Summers called “the allied domestic arts and sciences,” is believed to be the first of its kind ever to be offered by an Ivy League university.

For a second, I almost believed it.

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