humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
The Shape of Stars
I was late. Now, there is a slight chance you might think that I am usually early. No, you are wrong. I am always this late. It’s not anybody’s fault, though. It’s just, I am someone who strictly follows four meals a day, and I am not ready to lose that, just for the sake of playing football.
By Chacko Stephen4 years ago in Humans
The Pear
There is a new Blue-Ray release of the beloved Disney classic "Mary Poppins." Here is a special deleted scene. Mary Poppins and good-natured chimneysweep Burt, along with the Banks children: Jane and Michael, are taking a stroll in a colorful, whimsical garden.
By Jason Goldtrap4 years ago in Humans
The Olden Times #1
In the olden times … There was no iced coffee at the drive-thru. Coffee was served two ways: hot and damn hot. There was cream, straight from the teat, nothing non-dairy, and sugar. The only sugar alternative was Sweet and Low. Keep the "low" part in mind because at first, you got the sweet, which was the high, but then you got the bitter, which was the low.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Humans
The Olden Times #3
In the olden times ... There were only two kinds of food that could be delivered: pizza and Chinese food. The Chinese food places that delivered were as unreliable as the consistency of the food they delivered. One week, the Pho Han Palace would deliver, the next week they would deny ever having delivered food in the entire history of human existence. The only guarantee you got was that your Dim Sum would be delivered by a guy on a motor scooter. And that motor scooter sounded like an atomic bomb detonating in the atmosphere as it pulled up out front. The guy didn't even have to ring the doorbell. You would be alerted by his bombastic engine and the fumes he was venting.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Humans
The Olden Times #2
In the olden times ... Reinventing yourself was hard work. You couldn't jump on Facebook and fabricate stories about yourself. There was no Instagram where you could show off your fabulous life - no cheap champagne in an expensive bottle on a rented yacht in the part of South Florida that vaguely resembles a tropical paradise. We would never be royals, and we knew it because we were from the suburbs. We didn't have ways of documenting our lives anyway. Sure, there were Polaroid cameras, but every pic you took on a Polaroid looked like it should be attached to your ransom note. There were film cameras, of course, but you had to take 52 shots before you could take the film out, or you'd ruin the whole damn roll. And hey, when you did reach the end of the roll, you'd drop it off at a weird little kiosk in a grocery store parking lot and pray that the stoned kid working there didn't lose your film roll or screw up the process altogether. Sometimes your pictures would end up with a ghost thumb in them, and you'd wonder if this was the product of supernatural forces. Nah, it was just a blur or a glitch in the development. There was your ghost, Scooby-Doo.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Humans
Celebrating the American Diet
Recently, I developed a friendship with a guy from Long Island. He wrote to a group of us his bemusement with the term “flexitarian”. It was his first encounter with the word, not certain that it was a real word at all. For those with better things to know and do, a flexitarian is “one whose normally meatless diet occasionally includes meat or fish.” Two decades ago, the Atlanta Journal and Constitution may have nailed it, “The icky neologism touted by the Food Channel…, which is a meat-eating semi-vegetarian who determines his/her eating preference based on mood rather than ideology.” This struck me as akin the flexibility NFL referees demonstrate enforcing “roughing the passer” calls on Tom Brady.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Humans
Secrets from the Book of Karen
There's been a lot of online discussion about a type of woman, generically known as "Karen". She is a retail worker's worst nightmare. Her high-maintenance demands and petty complaints culminate in the outburst, "I want to speak to the manager," or "I was TOLD...(she was somehow entitled to her latest demand, usually a discount)". Posters often observe other characteristics of the Karen which make her recognizable before the transaction even occurs, giving them a chance to emotionally brace themselves for an unpleasant encounter She is usually middle-aged, with a particular hairstyle, asymmetrical with blonde frosting, reminiscent of Kate Gosselin and she often wears big sunglasses. Online posters often speculate if there is any correlation between this particular appearance and her peculiar behavior. Maybe because she tries to imitate a star, she fancies herself to actually be a star, and, thereby, deserving of special treatment. I have my own theory about the Karen, which may be a revelation as an
By Lemon Merang5 years ago in Humans
