(Perhaps in that "ironic" way of Alanis Morissette's)
I generally feel a bit guilty for blogging while at work. Like I would have gotten so much more done if I hadn't taken twenty minutes to talk about what I did yesterday.
Now, things are pressing enough that I don't have twenty minutes to blab and when I get home, I don't feel up to being funny and creative.
So, now I feel guilty that I'm not entertaining my blog readers.
Oh well, I think you folks are probably more forgiving than my employer would be, so it's all good. As I said elsewhere, I've noticed several posts about intellect (John the Scientist, Janiece, and Eric) that I'd like to respond to or chime in about, so stay tuned! Thanks for your patience. :)
Anne doesn't have time to entertain us on her blog. How about we all chip in and entertain her here.
Q: How many Teamsters does it take to change a light bulb?
A: 38. Ya gotta problem wid dat?
Q: How many Art Directors does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Does it have to be a lightbulb. Lightbulbs are so cliche'.
Q: How many Key Grips does it take to change a Lightbulb.
A: Talk to the Gaffer. Its not in my job description.
Don't forget to tip your waiters!
Hee! Thank you, Nathan! I needed a smile today. :)
I WANNA BE ENTERTAINED! I WANNA BE ENTERTAINED!
(throws self on floor and has tantrum)
ENTERTAIN ME! ENTERTAIN ME!
Wow. That may be a little to eerily like a toddler to be amusing.
Anne - I think your employer is getting more than their money's worth out of you. I wouldn't sweat it too much. :-\
In the spirit of "lightbulb" jokes:
How many programmers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Can't be done. It's a hardware problem!
For your entertainment:
Life Gets Tedious , Don't It?
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
The hands on the clock keep going round,
I just get up and it's time to lay down,
Life gets tedious, don't it?
My shoes untied but I don't care,
I was'nt figuring on going nowhere,
I'd have to wash and comb my hair,
And that's just wasted effort.
Water in the well gettin' lower end lower,
Can't take a bath for a month or more,
But I've heard it told and it's true I'm sure,
That too much bathing weakens yer.
Open the door and the flies come in,
Shut the door and yer sweating again,
And in the process, I cracked my shin,
Just one darn thing after another.
Ole brown mule, he must be sick,
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick,
He humped his back but he did'nt kick,
There's something cockeyed somewhere.
Ole mouse chawing on the pantry door,
Been chawing there for a month or more,
When he gets through he's gonna be sore,
There aint a darn thing in there.
Hound dog howling so forlorn,
Laziest dog that ever was born,
He's howling cause he's sittin' on a thorn,
And he's just too tired to move over.
Tin roof leaks and the chimney leans,
There's a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans,
I 'ate the last of my pork and beans,
Just can't depend on nothin'.
Cows gone dry and the hens won't lay,
Fish stopped biting last Saturday,
Troubles piling up day by day,
And now I'm gettin' dandruff.
Grief and misery pain and woes,
Bills and taxes and so it goes,
And now I'm gettin' a cold in the nose,
Life gets tasteless - Don't it?!
I have no jokes, because according to my Smart Man, I'm not funny.
But I'll buy you lunch!
Call me and I'll entertain you any time!
Jeez, brenda. That makes me feel better about my life (in comparison anyway).
BTW, I am continually amazed by the progression of your Americanisms. I never thought I would hear you say "ya" for you.
I have *tons* of jokes.
What do you call cheese that belongs to someone else?
Two electrons are walking along when one says, "I think I've lost an electron."
"Are you sure?" asked the other.
So this three legged dog walks into a bar, goes up to the bartender and says, "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."
So those are Jeri's jokes, following a long and circuitous route.
A skeleton walks into a bar and says, "Gimme a beer and a mop."
I think Nathan wins.
I'd never heard that one before.
(And you can bet I'm stealing it.)
I really think I get more done when I take internet breaks to clear my head. That said, I've been putting off catching upon your blog. You're so uber-prolific these days that I wish Blogger had a subscription system like LiveJournal (I get an email for each new entry posted by a friend) or even ghastly MySpace (there are links to every new entry posted by a friend when I first log in). *sigh*
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