What I did with some friends these past 33 months.
Happy labor day morons (warning adult language?)!
This watch has better specs...
Ain't no accountin' for nothin'
Geek out in a Moonage Daydream
Somewhere Between Philly and Delaware
What you are seeing does not exist
And spell it right, for cod's sake, what are you, a frog? O dear, there I go stepping on my thesis again. Well, better thesis than feces. Also spelled correctly, mind you. But it was, my swiftly occluding thesis that is, that we can in fact make the world a more pleasant temporal spatial locus to inhabit. All it really takes is a smile. Not at others' misfortune but our own. Not at some wry witty cutdown of our fellow man, but at our own richly deserved self-deprecation.
M lost his sense of humor. As a result, I am somewhat sorry to say, I have lost my confidence that I will be going to Poland to work for him. This is not to say I won't go to Poland, synchronicity shows other opportunities but I am less certain. It's not even to say that I won't work for him but if he can't see the hilarity of his behavior (spelled correctly) then I just don't know if it's appropriate.
My sense of humor has been cross-culturally criticized as unfunny (British) to no good smiles (Chinese). Yet it remains. And as unfunny and no good smiles as it may be, I do believe it still achieves the primary purposes of humor. I'm fairly certain I accurately delineate absurdity. And I am likewise confident that I offer the opportunity to blow off steam before anything truly hurtful is said or done. It is merely imperative that one discern when I am joking. So, here's a litmus test. If I am talking, or writing anything outside of academia, odds are that I am joking. I don't take myself very seriously. I don't take anything very seriously, for that matter. In fact I can't help but make jokes in my papers. But I do bury 'em pretty deep. Talk about unfunny!
So, what's funny about the murder of Osama bin Laden? Well, you might have to stretch your sense of humor here but come on, I know you can do it! I'll start you off with something M said that I found pretty chucklicious. I don't know that he's ever been to the States but he did see fit to lecture me on 'the American Way'. I suspect his knowledge is primarily based on Schwarzeneger and Stallone flics both as that's the essence of his collection Merkin and as that's the philosophy he espoused as being 'mine'. So imagine this, if you will, Schwarzeneger (or Segal if you prefer, slightly more obscure but at the same time more apropos) as a Seal, after the great hi-budget firefight ascends the stairs to the final climactic showdown... and commences to shoot a woman in the leg and riddle an unarmed man with bullets. Man, I don't think the Coen brothers could make it any funnier.
Don't get me wrong, Mr. bL was no friend of mine. It wasn't but a decade or so ago that I was looking for something funny in a smoking hole in the ground of his design. But I did find it. O yes, jet fuel smells a hell of a lot like kerosens, smells a hell of a lot like starter fluid. And O my friends, human meat smells much like any other meat. The result was that that hole in the ground smelled like barbecue. And if you stop smiling now all is lost. They did it for fifteen virgin grapes? They did it for peace? O, I fear very much my fiends, I fear they did it for the same Abrahamic travesty of a god the boys who gunned down Mr. bL were praying to. And if you don't get my joke now you've only your self left to laugh at.