Apparently, laughter is scary
I decided I would work in a cafe today. And, also, have a tasty omelette that I didn't have to cook. (Extra benny!)
So, I pop over to Morning Due, a friendly and tasty-omelette-making place a couple blocks from me, and I settle in. I have a rule that I don't work while eating because it ruins both activities and my keyboard, so I'm eating my omelette with one hand and hitting 'down arrow' with the other (No, that is not a euphemism! Get your mind out of the gutter!) while reading a NSFW article on Cracked.com entitled "8 Seemingly Impossible Sex Positions Tested In Real Life" which is, obviously, NSFW. (Dad, NSFW means "Not Safe For Work", which means there's some naughty content and you probably shouldn't read it where the boss can see. Unless you are the boss, I suppose. Okay, carry on.)
Most Cracked articles result in a "hm, yes, jolly clever" or a "well done old chap! Deuced amusing, pip pip!" (I have no idea why I suddenly developed an English accent there.) This one had me laughing so hard my eyes were watering. I was keeping it down, but apparently not enough: the guy in the adjoining table just slid down two tables.
Really? I mean, come on. I'm a whitebread guys with glasses and I'm laughing -- not giggling maniacally, not cackling, just laughing quietly like a normal person -- and he felt the need to move away? I showered like, twenty minutes ago, dude! I'm not some gangbanger with my hat on sideways and my pants around my knees because I never realized that that is the prison sign for "come and get some, big boy!", or maybe because I just thought penguins were badass and I wanted to talk the talk and waddle the waddle just like them.
I ask you, what's so scary about laughter? If someone were laughing that hard next to me, I'd ask them to share the joke because I could feel a bit of a sniffle coming on and could use some cheap medicine that wasn't made by a big pharma company with questionable business ethics who will buy up cheap cures and raise the price a thousand-fold because they care more about profits than human lives and are, for example, are charging $300,000 a year for a medicine to treat seizures in infants under 2, although yes, of course I'm cherrypicking an example from the internet based on one random source that was the first link on Google and no I'm not fact-checking because who does that anymore -- I mean, certainly not Fox News which is supposedly "fair and balanced", amiright?
Hm. That sentence started off well and then it got away from me. Anyway, the point was that apparently laughter is scary. Or, perhaps, fatal.
So, I pop over to Morning Due, a friendly and tasty-omelette-making place a couple blocks from me, and I settle in. I have a rule that I don't work while eating because it ruins both activities and my keyboard, so I'm eating my omelette with one hand and hitting 'down arrow' with the other (No, that is not a euphemism! Get your mind out of the gutter!) while reading a NSFW article on Cracked.com entitled "8 Seemingly Impossible Sex Positions Tested In Real Life" which is, obviously, NSFW. (Dad, NSFW means "Not Safe For Work", which means there's some naughty content and you probably shouldn't read it where the boss can see. Unless you are the boss, I suppose. Okay, carry on.)
Most Cracked articles result in a "hm, yes, jolly clever" or a "well done old chap! Deuced amusing, pip pip!" (I have no idea why I suddenly developed an English accent there.) This one had me laughing so hard my eyes were watering. I was keeping it down, but apparently not enough: the guy in the adjoining table just slid down two tables.
Really? I mean, come on. I'm a whitebread guys with glasses and I'm laughing -- not giggling maniacally, not cackling, just laughing quietly like a normal person -- and he felt the need to move away? I showered like, twenty minutes ago, dude! I'm not some gangbanger with my hat on sideways and my pants around my knees because I never realized that that is the prison sign for "come and get some, big boy!", or maybe because I just thought penguins were badass and I wanted to talk the talk and waddle the waddle just like them.
I ask you, what's so scary about laughter? If someone were laughing that hard next to me, I'd ask them to share the joke because I could feel a bit of a sniffle coming on and could use some cheap medicine that wasn't made by a big pharma company with questionable business ethics who will buy up cheap cures and raise the price a thousand-fold because they care more about profits than human lives and are, for example, are charging $300,000 a year for a medicine to treat seizures in infants under 2, although yes, of course I'm cherrypicking an example from the internet based on one random source that was the first link on Google and no I'm not fact-checking because who does that anymore -- I mean, certainly not Fox News which is supposedly "fair and balanced", amiright?
Hm. That sentence started off well and then it got away from me. Anyway, the point was that apparently laughter is scary. Or, perhaps, fatal.