This morning I had very vivid, yet now irritatingly vague dreamlets involving the snooze alarm... something drawing parallels between Peanuts cartoons with their dealing with imaginary friends and the difficulty in sorting out the real world from the dreamworld when you're first waking up. Pressing snooze was represented by some sort of bureaucratic form you had to fill out that helped explain what you were dreaming about. And then after all that I realized it might all be because I'm expecting a sucktastic next few days at work.
Joke of the Moment
Married 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 25
years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and
watched a 10-inch black-and-white TV, but I got to sleep every night with
a hot 25-year-old blonde. Now, we have a nice house, a nice car, a big
bed and a big-screen plasma TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50-year-old woman.
It seems to me that you're not holding up your side of things."
But my wife is a very reasonable woman.
She told me to go out and find a hot 25-year-old blonde, and she'd make
sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a
cheap car and sleeping on a sofa bed.
--Herby H, rec.humor.funny. A tad on the misogynistic side, but I enjoyed the way it played with parallels.
The same guy sent in a joke earlier about a man who asks his wife to bring him a beer quickly, "before it starts", as he plunks down in front of the TV. His wife brings him a beer. He repeats the request then, and the wife is angry but complies...the third time though, she explodes, angry that he just came in, didn't say hello, demanded beer, after she'd been cooking and cleaning and ironing all day... "aw crap," he says, "it's started."
Again, both of these jokes aren't very woman-friendly, but they have interesting
conceptual constructions, one with parallels, the other with self-referential systems.
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