October 30th, 2008

Bratwurst, Rose

It’s All Russian to Me


It’s happened to others; now it’s happened to me. I’ve received a posting whose source appears to be Russian, though the posting is in English, sort of. If you’d like to see it for yourself, I’m going to leave it up for a little while. It’s the fourth comment posted onto my entry of 10/25 titled “Unconstitutional.” The comment is titled “What are your XYZ !” It almost makes some kind of sense… but not quite. Since it is apparently tied to our upcoming presidential election, they probably found my post by doing a keyword search for terms such as “Obama” and “McCain.”

One word of caution – I strongly suggest that you not click on any of the links given there. The only one I clicked on was the link to their LJ, which was all in Cyrillic characters. I wanted to leave it up for others to see simply because it is so gloriously nonsensical. I suspect it was translated by a brute-force online translating program, but it may simply have been done by someone whose English is not yet ready for public exhibition.
  • Current Music
    Jive Talkin' - The Bee Gees

You think you know someone…

I discovered a hidden truth today about a friend of mine. I want to discuss this delicately – I’m not going to indicate particulars such as gender, age, or the precise nature of our relationship, but I need to reach out in this journal to see whether any of you know someone who possesses this same trait, and ask how you deal with it.

Here it is: My friend describes jokes by their punch line.

I can hear your gasps of dismay all the way through cyberspace. It came out quite innocuously. I told some moldy old joke that my friend had somehow never heard before. Wishing to respond in kind, they asked, “Do you know the one about ‘if the foo shits?’”

As it happens, yes, I recall that joke from my childhood and if you don’t know it, I won’t trouble you with it here as it frankly does not meet my lofty standards of humor (cough, cough). But the question of whether I’d ever heard it before is beside the point right now, as is any discussion of its humorous merit or lack thereof.

The point is that if I hadn’t heard it before, you couldn’t possibly tell it after describing it with its punch line! I’m only glad I was sitting at a table in the middle of a large room when the question was asked – if I’d been near a wall, I’d have been banging my head against it.

As I said earlier, I see no point in “outing” the person by name. And after all, it’s not like I could cure them. I might just as well argue about favorite flavors of ice cream while I’m at it. I need to accept the notion that this person is beautiful just the way they are, and if their choices mean that we can never have a mutually satisfying humorous exchange, I need to accept that. If any of you have dealt with this in your own lives, I am open to any advice or commentary.
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    Madman Across the Water - Elton John