Posts Tagged “sarcasm”

The Humour of It All

You know, there’s something to be said for intelligence. It’s a skill that’s really lacking these days. Its absence is evident in so many ways: the guy that cuts you off in traffic so he can race up to stop at the red light, the comments in class that just make you wonder what the heck the person was smoking before opening their mouth, or perhaps the person that tries to be funny and actually isn’t. And when I mention that last one, I’m not talking about people like me, whose humour is yet undiscovered. I’m talking about people that try to say intelligent jokes and insults, and fail miserably. These people are likely also the originators of “your mom” jokes, those dreaded insults that really have no effect anyway except to produce nausea in all within earshot.

I’m trying to think of a specific example from today. Of course, there are always pathetically stupid comments in class, like someone asking a question that was just answered about three seconds before they opened the hole in their head. As for lack of intelligent humour, that’s also evident sometimes, but not as much. I hate to say it, but Mr. G’s sense of humour is occasionally funny. I mean, most of his jokes are puns, which are about the lowest form of humour in existence (I’d put them right above the “your mom” jokes), but some of his jokes are inserted without break right into his teaching. He’ll be discussing something…Continue Reading

Busy Week (The Berations of Paul)

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I’m pathetically tired. I’ve had such a busy weekend, which was great, but also tiring. Friday night I worked until 9 and then raced home, got changed, and went right back out with Vince and Val (whom I haven’t seen in months) to see Ocean’s Twelve. It was a great movie; I wouldn’t say as good as the first, but definitely at the same level of enjoyment. We then headed over to Tim Horton’s and sat there and just chatted it up over a cup of coffee. Well, I had a Cafe Mocha, Vince had a French Vanilla, and Val had a Coke. I can’t believe she’s so obsessed with Coke that she goes to a coffee shop and buys a Coke, but oh well. We left at about 12:45 AM the next day – wait, that sounds strange. I fell asleep the second I plopped onto my bed, thankfully remembering to set my alarm before I did that.

I woke up to the sound of the alarm at 9:15 and, though it just didn’t seem fair getting up that early on a Saturday, I knew I had to get up. I ate a muffin, delaying getting ready for work as long as possible, then had a nice shower and headed off to Quizno’s to start work at 10:30. It was interesting there; when I got there at 10:20 Paul (the boss) was already there. I can’t stand working when he’s there; he makes me nervous because I know if…Continue Reading