Dear Blog,
It has been quite some time since I've written to you. Several things have happened, but I won't go into any of that really. Mainly because nothing was really interesting enough to stand out in my mind right now.
Anyways, as you can see, the title of this post is Humor 101. This is because I feel like ranting about the difference between true humor and fake humor. Don't get me wrong, fake humor is still humor. But it is titled 'fake' because only the fools who do not understand humor find it enjoyable. You might be thinking to yourself, "can someone actually not understand humor?" Well the answer is yes. As people grow older, they must learn everything in life through other people or just "try until you succeed" experiences. Therefore, people must learn what to laugh at by other people or just laughing until they find something to laugh at. And just like politics, there are some people who were told to laugh at certain things for no reason by the people that influenced them growing up. So, instead of finding a reason to laugh at something before just laughing, they just follow the crowd and laugh at almost everything. They even laugh at the most simple things, like cuss words for instance. I agree, sometimes cuss words can add humor to things, but they are not necessary and it's not just the cuss word that's funny, it's the way you say them or the sentences formed around them that generates the humor.
Now, I'm not saying that I'm hysterical, but I do have some experience in making people laugh. There is definitely an art to it. Used to, I would just cuss or something and some of my friends would laugh, but as I started meeting new people (girls and guys alike) that didn't just laugh at anything I said, I began to figure out that there was a certain way to go about making people laugh. And, unfortunately it is not simple enough to put into words.
And here is my last thought: ebaumsworld.com needs to crash. Some of there pictures are funny, but certainly not every single one. Therefore, people that sit on their computer for hours just looking at each picture are simply retarded and need to get up and do something productive!
Anyways, that's all I have to say about that.
-Stephen
Monday, March 2, 2009
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
This is my blog
Dear audience,
This is my talent show. This is my Broadway play. This is my feature presentation. Starring: None other than me, myself.
My show may seem boring. My play may seem dull. But it sure is something to do. . and we all love something to do.
It won't be a masterpiece. And it may be no good at all. But it is still. . something to do.
These days, I have become so bored with my daily life that I have decided to write for fun. It is rather humorous to me because at around five this morning I barely finished putting together a mediocre five page paper. I am shocked to see that the paper did not completely ruin my creativity and will to write. It is merely shocking. .
Some thoughts of mine (since this is MY blog, starring me):
Last night it snowed in Knoxville for the first time. I nearly cried as I admired the beautiful flurries that covered the frozen earth beneath my frostbitten feet. Snow is miraculous. .
And this could only mean one thing: Christmas time is almost here. Christmas time is very near. Christmas time. . lend me your ear. As I shout: Christmas time is here!
As I have grown older, I have grown out of the joy of Christmas. Yes, I just made that excitement all up for you. It was completely fake. However, I can still find joy in the thought of Christmas - the reason for Christmas - yes, that still brings me joy. But, what does a grown man like me want for Christmas? What do I need that I don't have? What do I want that I don't own? An Xbox 360. That's what. Yet, I am still unsure on what I want since I know that money does not grow on trees. Oh well. .
Have you ever written a paper where you end up writing something that you don't entirely agree with or believe in just to make a good grade? Is that considered selling out? If so, consider me guilty as charged. I am a sell out. In fact, I sell out in almost every paper I write. Why do you think I do this? Is it because my thoughts are not complete arguments, but instead a heterogeneous mixture of parts of different arguments? Or am I looking too deep into this?
Oh there it is. . there's my brain fart. I've been anxiously awaiting your arrival.
Goodbye, Audience. .
Until next time,
Stephen
This is my talent show. This is my Broadway play. This is my feature presentation. Starring: None other than me, myself.
My show may seem boring. My play may seem dull. But it sure is something to do. . and we all love something to do.
It won't be a masterpiece. And it may be no good at all. But it is still. . something to do.
These days, I have become so bored with my daily life that I have decided to write for fun. It is rather humorous to me because at around five this morning I barely finished putting together a mediocre five page paper. I am shocked to see that the paper did not completely ruin my creativity and will to write. It is merely shocking. .
Some thoughts of mine (since this is MY blog, starring me):
Last night it snowed in Knoxville for the first time. I nearly cried as I admired the beautiful flurries that covered the frozen earth beneath my frostbitten feet. Snow is miraculous. .
And this could only mean one thing: Christmas time is almost here. Christmas time is very near. Christmas time. . lend me your ear. As I shout: Christmas time is here!
As I have grown older, I have grown out of the joy of Christmas. Yes, I just made that excitement all up for you. It was completely fake. However, I can still find joy in the thought of Christmas - the reason for Christmas - yes, that still brings me joy. But, what does a grown man like me want for Christmas? What do I need that I don't have? What do I want that I don't own? An Xbox 360. That's what. Yet, I am still unsure on what I want since I know that money does not grow on trees. Oh well. .
Have you ever written a paper where you end up writing something that you don't entirely agree with or believe in just to make a good grade? Is that considered selling out? If so, consider me guilty as charged. I am a sell out. In fact, I sell out in almost every paper I write. Why do you think I do this? Is it because my thoughts are not complete arguments, but instead a heterogeneous mixture of parts of different arguments? Or am I looking too deep into this?
Oh there it is. . there's my brain fart. I've been anxiously awaiting your arrival.
Goodbye, Audience. .
Until next time,
Stephen
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