Get it?
So I'm sitting in class and the professor says he practices dry humor. Why would he say that? Is he comparing himself to matzo on a forty year journey through the desert or to a mushy village of hills and valleys removed from its safe cerebrospinal fluid environment? Nonetheless, I ignore it and lend him a customary "tehe." I do this because I have class. Do you?
So I go on sitting through this mundane lecture. Hearing but not listening. I might be absorbing prions of information, but most likely I'm exercising by drown-out skills, shifting my visual focus to the back of my eyelids and my auditory attention to the Duke -- I'm a blue devil Taking the A train.
I'm blue da ba dee da ba die.
So why do we strive for dry humor? Is it the skill of delivery -- the unflappable calm nature of presentation? Or because Larry David and Jerry Seinfeld made millions off of it? Or maybe because we (I) want to get up in front of a classroom and discuss the most __________ topic in front of umpteen deadpan half-sleeping zombies.
If you miss the A train
You'll find you've missed the quickest way to Harlem.
But I'm not going to Harlem. I'm sitting still, trying casually to wiggle my way out of a wedgie. I know I should have done the laundry today. On my right, I can feel the peeking eyes of Ellie, staring at me. She knows. She can see through my subtle oopty-loop of my rear end. But I swear, I was not picking my nose. Can't a man scratch the outside of his nostril without losing the "in" with a female classmate?
Hurry, get on, now, it's coming.
Tune in tomorrow (5/17/2010) at 10:00 p.m. for the continuation.
Italicized lyrics in the above piece come from two sources:
- Eiffel 65 - Blue
- Duke Ellington - Take the A train
The above is an original piece of work by the author of this page. Any attempt to reproduce it will be deemed plagiarism.
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