"Cos I was born with a heart three sizes too small." - Gregory House, M.D.
Why do I like House?
He makes me feel like, Oh finally somebody gets me.
Showing posts with label humorme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humorme. Show all posts
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2011/12/02
Hodja
Borrowed a book from a fifth grader and had a good (mostly sarcastic) laugh.
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2011/10/01
I am guilty too
Years back, at least three years ago, I bought the 362-page book "The Complete Idiot's Guide to OVERCOMING PROCRASTINATION".
I haven't finished even the second chapter. That's less than 25 pages.
In fact, it's been so long I've forgotten what the first two chapters say.
Ha, ha.
(The price tag is still on. Expensive. Maybe I should start reading it ... um, one of these days.)
2011/09/01
Once is good enough
People don't necessarily want to repeat things they are proud of.
For instance, today I defeated a big cockroach without using any insecticide.
I really hope I won't have to do it again.
For instance, today I defeated a big cockroach without using any insecticide.
I really hope I won't have to do it again.
2008/07/17
Humor Me
I have a morbid sense of humor.
For the sake of propriety and personal security, I cannot detail here my latest Shakespeare-inspired joke about the government. However it is morbid enough that some people would surely find it unsettling. My pastor, and those who fancy themselves my spiritual mentors, might want to counsel me when they learn about it. God commanded us to bless and pray for the city we live in. (Je.29:7)
So am I psychologically twisted, or is telling morbid jokes a crucial coping mechanism? Tyler Stillman, a social psychologist at Florida State University, says, "Having a laugh in the face of death or extreme hardship can certainly have a place in healthy coping. Humor allows people to detach from extremely trying circumstances and attach to other people to get through difficult times." (read more)
Can my morbid jokes be justified then? I don't know.
For the sake of propriety and personal security, I cannot detail here my latest Shakespeare-inspired joke about the government. However it is morbid enough that some people would surely find it unsettling. My pastor, and those who fancy themselves my spiritual mentors, might want to counsel me when they learn about it. God commanded us to bless and pray for the city we live in. (Je.29:7)
So am I psychologically twisted, or is telling morbid jokes a crucial coping mechanism? Tyler Stillman, a social psychologist at Florida State University, says, "Having a laugh in the face of death or extreme hardship can certainly have a place in healthy coping. Humor allows people to detach from extremely trying circumstances and attach to other people to get through difficult times." (read more)
Can my morbid jokes be justified then? I don't know.
2008/07/01
If I could, I would send my big hug all the way to Melbourne for Jesse, who led me to this video and gave me a really good laugh after such a rough, rough day. Truly I thank God for you, Jesse.
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2006/02/03
Mothers' Stories
Four Catholic mothers are chit-chatting in a café.
The first mother says to her three friends, “My son is a Priest. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone greets him ‘Father’”.
Not to be defeated, the second mother says, “My son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone greets him ‘Blessed Bishop’”.
The third mother adds on, “My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone greets him ‘Holy Cardinal’”.
The fourth mother remains silent.
Finally, no longer patient in waiting, the three mothers ask in chorus, “What about your son?”
The fourth mother replies, “My son is a successful young executive. He’s six feet tall.. has broad chest and muscled arms.. He's friendly.. very handsome, and always well-dressed. Everytime he walks into a room, all women sigh, ‘Oh my God…’”.
The first mother says to her three friends, “My son is a Priest. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone greets him ‘Father’”.
Not to be defeated, the second mother says, “My son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone greets him ‘Blessed Bishop’”.
The third mother adds on, “My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone greets him ‘Holy Cardinal’”.
The fourth mother remains silent.
Finally, no longer patient in waiting, the three mothers ask in chorus, “What about your son?”
The fourth mother replies, “My son is a successful young executive. He’s six feet tall.. has broad chest and muscled arms.. He's friendly.. very handsome, and always well-dressed. Everytime he walks into a room, all women sigh, ‘Oh my God…’”.
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