Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.—Gustav Mahler

Monday, October 17, 2005

Go For The Guffaw

Lately I have not written that many columns in which I aimed to achieve laugh-out-loud funny.

Today I took a shot.

7 comments:

Jay D. Homnick said...

Oy, they're throwing the kitchen cynics at me.

Kathy Hutchins said...

I don't know what's wrong with these people, Jay. I thought it was funny, even though it contained gratuitous Gloria Allred. But then, my kids have started objecting loudly when I pull these stunts. Just a few days ago a joke about one of our cats who'd lost a strip of fur from his southmost appendage (I diagnosed it as tail pattern baldness) caused them to throw the cat at me.

Hunter Baker said...

Time to roll out your Rodney Dangerfield stuff, Jay, cause you're not getting any respect.

Jay D. Homnick said...

Hunter, as long as I get paid to write and they don't get paid to kibitz, I don't lose any sleep, or sweat, over it.

As George Bernard Shaw said, "If you're getting kicked in the rear, it's a sign that you're ahead."

And as long as Kathy's on my side, I fear no evil.

James F. Elliott said...

"Oy, they're throwing the kitchen cynics at me."

I defy your attempt to kill me via bad pun-ditry.

Dammit. Now you've got me doing it.

" Time to roll out your Rodney Dangerfield stuff, Jay, cause you're not getting any respect."

Well, it's like they say: Respect is earned. If the effort's found wanting, you go hungry.

James F. Elliott said...

. Additionally, the law against outing an active agent applies only when that agent is in the field on a covert assignment...

This is factually incorrect. The law appleies to any agent with a covert billet, such as Valerie Plame.

Doesn't anyone remember how to tell a good tasteful joke?

Not if they read your column...

Kathy Hutchins said...

Doesn't anyone remember how to tell a good tasteful joke?

I'm married to a viola-playing lawyer. My entire life is a tasteless joke.