I have the giggles today. Probably not a good thing as it means I’m likely overtired and I have to work midnights tonight. But things just keep hitting me as funny today. I drove past a sparkling white car earlier and noticed that the brake lights had purposeful red paint oozing out under them like blood. I laughed out loud. Literally. Maybe not funny really. But unexpected and sometimes laughter seems to come from a startle reflex, you know when something isn’t as we expect. Perhaps that’s what humour is after all. The unexpected but not in a horrific kind of way. That would be fear. Lol. Sometimes even fear is disguised by laughter though. One of my co-workers laughs hysterically in emergency situations. She does realise this and tells us between giggles that she’s sorry and knows this is so inappropriate but she can’t help it. A nervous reaction. Luckily we rarely have emergency situations at work. I create artist trading cards (ATCs) and send them to people each month. I started in response to my friend Linda’s request. Tired of only bills and unwelcome mail, she wanted to swap ATCs with me and get something uplifting in her mail instead. Then I joined Willowing Art’s ATC swaps (the last one was this summer unfortunately). Anyway, I keep looking at the ones I made this month and I laugh at one of them. The prompt was flowers and I made one set where a ribbon of daisies hangs down one side of the card. I thought it would look whimsical and I added the word ‘bloom’ underneath to suggest hidden depths. But the daisies themselves were less transparent than I’d thought and one of the cards simply reads ‘loom’ until you move the ribbon out of the way. It makes me giggle every time I see it. I’ll send that one to Linda. She’ll appreciate the humour. My hubby and I used to produce a free humour-filled weekly magazine to distribute around town. I enjoyed trying to find funny jokes and articles to fill it but I soon realised that my sense of a humour is a little skewed. It tends to have a sadistic streak. One of the funniest things we ever printed that I remember was a true report of a Health and Safety Commission somewhere that was educating its employees or potential employees on the potential dangers of the job. But the video they showed was so graphic and disturbing that people started fainting and falling out of their chairs. Trying to leave the room and run to the bathroom, people tripped over table and chair legs in the dark. They had to stop the video because so many people had hurt themselves—the article listed the numbers of broken legs, banged heads and bleeding noses in addition to the fainting casualties. I think it’s the irony that amuses me so much. I love irony. People usually see me as a somewhat kind person so that I find this story funny baffles them and they’ll often start to inch away from me while I laugh uproariously. I’m laughing even typing it out. As a child in Britain, I loved the live (live!) children’s show, Blue Peter, and I still smile remembering an episode where a baby elephant was brought on the show. (I don’t find it as funny any more as I’m more aware of the plight and fear of the baby elephant and I really do feel for the keeper but it was live and I was a kid and oh the responses from the 3 commentators of the show who were live and had to deal with everything). All was fine until the elephant relieved itself. Potty humour did nothing for me even as a kid but as I say, the presenters’ reactions were priceless. The camera shifted away from that. But then the elephant decided to bolt and it dragged the keeper, who never left go of the leash, through all the pee and poop, in and out of the camera shot. One of the presenters started to laugh, one of those belly laughs that just gets you going too, although he was concerned about the keeper too. Another commentator almost stepped in it all, the laughing commentator pushed him away from it and then he glances at his shoes. Just when it seems like the elephant and keeper are headed offstage, you can see them in the background turning around and heading back. Oh my! I’ll try to find the clip to put in here. Despite all the comments about the poor little elephant, I still can’t help but laugh until tears roll down my face. I absolutely love bloopers especially news bloopers. Nothing rehearsed or set up, just real life. Yesterday I walked around, my head and heart spinning with the Texas abortion laws but then on the same newscast I also heard that ABBA were getting back together! ABBA! Seriously just what this world could use right now—a little ABBA. The news mentioned that they would be touring virtually using holographic images of themselves. And they’re calling them…wait for it…ABBAtars! I’m still smiling!
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Thank you Sue, I needed to laugh tonight! I need the giggles. What a video too, haha. Humor and laughter are so important. I have a fun page on Facebook that I add silly stupid memes, jokes and whatever I can find. People thank me for the laughs and say how much they needed them. I have a quirky sense of humor too. Give us another silly blog someday please.
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OMG, I laugh when I'm tired, too. It happened to me in the car as I was leaving work yesterday, and I was really hoping no one saw me laughing by myself as I drove out of the parking lot. LOL
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