Hello Fellow Travelers!
The previous "joke" was one that Patient Spouse just had to tell me, he saw it on Facebook. I hardly ever look at Facebook or Social Media. I'm glad to see I'm not missing anything if that's any indication of what the brain trust thinks is funny. OK, it is a little funny, if you're twelve! Nobody is twelve. Not even twelve- year-olds are twelve, they're more like sixteen!
The innovators of our age and the next generation of great minds developed these mediums so there would be a faster method to distribute "knock, knock" jokes? Apparently.
A long time ago, a good friend of mine and myself used to spend hours and hours trying to divine exactly what her husband was contemplating. Not much, as it turned out. Together, she and I could have come up with the theory of everything or at least a decent cookbook. If channeled properly, maybe I could have written something epic and my friend most certainly would have cured cancer. But noooo. We had to spend countless hours speculating about what her man might be thinking. In high school. When thinking, admittedly, occupies the smallest part of the brain. He might have been thinking about knock-knock jokes!
The irony for me is using a computer is the only way I can effectively communicate. Social media couldn't have happened at a more opportune time.
What's funny to me is that we have reinvented the method by which we interact, yet we interact exactly the same way we always have. A few minds came up with this exciting, new, platform, and the rest of us learned how to use the new platform so PS can dazzle me with a Biblical joke? Presumably first told in Biblical times, too? It still amuses me that the dudes who raced to the world-wide impact of the internet used so much intellect to all meet up "in space" so they can say, "How's it going?" Or one person actually says "how's it going?" and the others all ponder the wittiest possible response to "how's it going?" but don't actually respond.
I see my life as a marathon comprised of a series of smaller races; victories strung together. Like logging each individual mile on a stationary bike that brings me closer to this goal of neuroplasticity. It makes me feel a little better, as I'm biking to nowhere or relearning to do routine things for myself that I had never given any thought to before cancer, that the greatest minds of our time are meeting is some virtual room someplace to ask,"Hows it going?" Then they wait with baited breath for a response. Oscar the Grouch isn't spinning in his trashcan, but Oscar Wilde is probably spinning in his grave at the wit and wisdom displayed on Facebook (that I've seen anyway). All that genius and energy spent developing better and faster means of making sure that everyone receives, "How's it going?" at the same time. Can we move on to something really important... like shoes?
PS - Even though I have blown off most TV, I will look at "premium" channels when they are free and R-rated shows are appropriate. For reasons long forgotten we started watching programming on Showtime and two of those shows were "Homeland" and "Shameless". "Homeland" is a confused mess of a program about the CIA (which some would argue is a confused mess of a program) but I was looking slightly forward to seeing the latest season opener of "Shameless." For those of you not exposed to "Showtime"(and believe me SHO just makes you wish you had HBO) "Shameless" is a program about the trials and tribulations of a large family named Gallagher. William H. Macy plays the patriarch of this dysfunctional clan, and in Seasons 1-4 he was shameless. He drank a lot and constantly put his family in some kind of danger. When the current season opens we find "Frank" looking much worse than usual and prevailing on one of his younger children to run to the "drug store" and "pick up a few things." He's a great actor; they're a colorful family; I get it. In this season's free opener we get to see "Frank" preparing to get an alcohol enema from his son. I left then. I couldn't imagine any circumstances where watching that play out would benefit me in some way. I still get the heeby-jeebies just remembering it! Yep, even I have a line. And it was crossed! And it was gross! Mr. Macy will probably get nominated for a Golden Globe or whatever, but I don't need to see it, and neither do you! If we live to be 100, none of us ever need to see that! The whole experience just made me really happy we cancelled Showtime. Sheesh!
The previous "joke" was one that Patient Spouse just had to tell me, he saw it on Facebook. I hardly ever look at Facebook or Social Media. I'm glad to see I'm not missing anything if that's any indication of what the brain trust thinks is funny. OK, it is a little funny, if you're twelve! Nobody is twelve. Not even twelve- year-olds are twelve, they're more like sixteen!
The innovators of our age and the next generation of great minds developed these mediums so there would be a faster method to distribute "knock, knock" jokes? Apparently.
A long time ago, a good friend of mine and myself used to spend hours and hours trying to divine exactly what her husband was contemplating. Not much, as it turned out. Together, she and I could have come up with the theory of everything or at least a decent cookbook. If channeled properly, maybe I could have written something epic and my friend most certainly would have cured cancer. But noooo. We had to spend countless hours speculating about what her man might be thinking. In high school. When thinking, admittedly, occupies the smallest part of the brain. He might have been thinking about knock-knock jokes!
The irony for me is using a computer is the only way I can effectively communicate. Social media couldn't have happened at a more opportune time.
What's funny to me is that we have reinvented the method by which we interact, yet we interact exactly the same way we always have. A few minds came up with this exciting, new, platform, and the rest of us learned how to use the new platform so PS can dazzle me with a Biblical joke? Presumably first told in Biblical times, too? It still amuses me that the dudes who raced to the world-wide impact of the internet used so much intellect to all meet up "in space" so they can say, "How's it going?" Or one person actually says "how's it going?" and the others all ponder the wittiest possible response to "how's it going?" but don't actually respond.
I see my life as a marathon comprised of a series of smaller races; victories strung together. Like logging each individual mile on a stationary bike that brings me closer to this goal of neuroplasticity. It makes me feel a little better, as I'm biking to nowhere or relearning to do routine things for myself that I had never given any thought to before cancer, that the greatest minds of our time are meeting is some virtual room someplace to ask,"Hows it going?" Then they wait with baited breath for a response. Oscar the Grouch isn't spinning in his trashcan, but Oscar Wilde is probably spinning in his grave at the wit and wisdom displayed on Facebook (that I've seen anyway). All that genius and energy spent developing better and faster means of making sure that everyone receives, "How's it going?" at the same time. Can we move on to something really important... like shoes?
PS - Even though I have blown off most TV, I will look at "premium" channels when they are free and R-rated shows are appropriate. For reasons long forgotten we started watching programming on Showtime and two of those shows were "Homeland" and "Shameless". "Homeland" is a confused mess of a program about the CIA (which some would argue is a confused mess of a program) but I was looking slightly forward to seeing the latest season opener of "Shameless." For those of you not exposed to "Showtime"(and believe me SHO just makes you wish you had HBO) "Shameless" is a program about the trials and tribulations of a large family named Gallagher. William H. Macy plays the patriarch of this dysfunctional clan, and in Seasons 1-4 he was shameless. He drank a lot and constantly put his family in some kind of danger. When the current season opens we find "Frank" looking much worse than usual and prevailing on one of his younger children to run to the "drug store" and "pick up a few things." He's a great actor; they're a colorful family; I get it. In this season's free opener we get to see "Frank" preparing to get an alcohol enema from his son. I left then. I couldn't imagine any circumstances where watching that play out would benefit me in some way. I still get the heeby-jeebies just remembering it! Yep, even I have a line. And it was crossed! And it was gross! Mr. Macy will probably get nominated for a Golden Globe or whatever, but I don't need to see it, and neither do you! If we live to be 100, none of us ever need to see that! The whole experience just made me really happy we cancelled Showtime. Sheesh!
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