{"id":27,"date":"2007-11-07T02:35:22","date_gmt":"2007-11-07T07:35:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kaybuena.com\/blog\/?p=27"},"modified":"2007-11-07T02:35:22","modified_gmt":"2007-11-07T07:35:22","slug":"humour-where-you-at-whereforth-art-thy-etc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.kaybuena.com\/blog\/humour-where-you-at-whereforth-art-thy-etc\/","title":{"rendered":"Humour where&#039; you at? whereforth art thou, etc."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0Ever noticed how some times when trying to make it through the day with co-workers, or family members, some comment\u00a0that was meant merely to be amusing, or lighthearted, or ever so\u00a0slightly discordant,\u00a0in order to change the focus into a\u00a0pleasant pathway to a different subject or attitude, goes terribly wrong:\u00a0 And\u00a0this particular statement will\u00a0invariably become the\u00a0 explosive phrase, that (allthough\u00a0intended to entertain or raise the spirit of the establishment)\u00a0starts a vicious\u00a0verbal battle; simply because what is\u00a0&#8220;<strong>funny<\/strong>&#8220;, is <em>objectively so<\/em>.\u00a0\u00a0Though meant to be playful, what was said is easily taken in\u00a0some context from where it did not originate or belong.\u00a0\u00a0Then\u00a0with out any warning or\u00a0rationally intended interlude, the baffled speaker, who\u00a0finds\u00a0his or her own\u00a0benign group of words to\u00a0 have been taken as surprisingly venomous and insulting,\u00a0perceived and mistakenly twisted into the official passwords that open some heretofore blocked\u00a0behavioral vent\u00a0from which\u00a0comes (\u00a0from the listener\u00a0) a preposterous yet clearly vile\u00a0spewing of\u00a0internalized rage.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0I don&#8217;t think this is all that uncommon.\u00a0 All though,\u00a0I am beginning to wonder about that, as\u00a0it <strong>is <\/strong>rather bizarre, given the circumstances experienced. However,\u00a0it is damn<strong> &#8220;<em>funny&#8221;<\/em> that &#8220;<em>funny<\/em>&#8220;<\/strong>can turn out to be anything but that. Now, this is something\u00a0 universally understood, as words and emotions and reactions become so\u00a0different and as\u00a0delicate as hand blown glass when thoroughly mixed by any one culture or person&#8217;s own attitude.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Perhaps a sore spot, never having been touched,\u00a0the discovery of\u00a0 it&#8217;s presence quite recent, never\u00a0even suspected\u00a0to be present or ever so sensitive was brushed by some inflammatory (though unintentionally meant) phrase or\u00a0word which brought this all on. \u00a0Though there is no doubt in my mind that these sore\u00a0verbal toes had been stubbed before, as never have I been quite as taken aback by the\u00a0vindictive reaction of this&#8221; listener&#8221;to my having spoken in jest\u00a0upon this strange occasion;\u00a0I find this particularly curious when\u00a0said audience is a family member you have known\u00a0 for more than 30 years.\u00a0 But maybe that&#8217;s the problem: with in those many\u00a0years spent, coupled with the unfortunate truth that familiarity breeds contempt, it lay\u00a0dormant,\u00a0however deeply hidden.\u00a0\u00a0But way too often- some <em>wack <\/em>reaction will throw you off <em>normal,<\/em> and not just in this example of the results brought forth from one misunderstood phrase used, which to\u00a0one&#8217;s own mind was meant to be be taken lightly,\u00a0in an effort to lift\u00a0the load off a much too dreary, tedious or serious extended mode. Ever noticed that?\u00a0 Perhaps there was the\u00a0wild hope\u00a0that\u00a0this comment would be taken\u00a0in as\u00a0it was meant to be taken, merely as\u00a0an\u00a0entertaining interjection that would be the catalyst to encourage further pleasant\u00a0conversation?\u00a0 \u00a0But for some inexplicable reason ,what has been said then\u00a0becomes\u00a0the very cathartic and caustic statement\u00a0taken by one&#8217;s partner (or whom ever) as nothing less than a very personal slam.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Perhaps it is because\u00a0with in any group there are always overly sensitive and\u00a0non-comically-centered\u00a0people among us, who\u00a0expect or really prefer to be the administrators of a reality based existence, and in these days and times that is understandable,\u00a0though lacking in fun for it&#8217;s own sake. Many people have never learned to enjoy a lighthearted exchange, or\u00a0to &#8220;play&#8221;, as it were,\u00a0(as we&#8217;ve\u00a0neither the time or desire to engage in so silly an endeavor) when the morbid truth is that most all\u00a0current family and international situations really do\u00a0tend to\u00a0pile up\u00a0here and\u00a0suck.\u00a0 All these everyday problems and interactions can be so incredibly complex,\u00a0so never ending, so constant, so often lacking any\u00a0possible solution, as\u00a0to become way too hard to sustain with out an occasional blowing of one&#8217;s&#8221; stack.&#8221;\u00a0But it seems to me that the introduction of an obvious silly comment at times might contribute to a more pleasant dialogue, one\u00a0with some comic relief, when it is so badly needed.\u00a0 Although this just goes as an example of the existence of those who would deem\u00a0a splatter of laughter here and there, to be an inconsistent or disconcerting way for\u00a0adults to behave, much less converse.\u00a0 Which of course, makes\u00a0here-in the so-called &#8220;<em>dialogue&#8221;<\/em> not possible to\u00a0exist as a dialogue,\u00a0which would indicate the verbal exchange of two equal and willing people trading\u00a0ideas or attitudes, or even an actual\u00a0debate\u00a0where words some time clash in disagreement, as this communicative style (like talking normal) tends to be a two way street, even if there is a one way mind in the mix.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 Perhaps\u00a0this suddenly\u00a0angry\u00a0and inadvertently insulted person, who is able to display quite an impressive incredible\u00a0proclivity for sustained spewing, is far too used to typing on this overly receptive computer, and\u00a0quite prefers to have\u00a0no other-wise thoughts directed to the contrary of\u00a0those expressed or believed by said person, which would\u00a0complicate the &#8216;peace and continuity&#8217; or his or her writing, or reading, or very existence.\u00a0Especially when an obtrusive\u00a0idea comes from such a long known relation for whom the worst possible translation seems habitual.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 The introduction of some\u00a0imbecilic comment, however ludicrous, incongruous, or comical,\u00a0<strong>has <\/strong>broken many a trance in an nefarious unacceptable manner in this household,and as no facts are exchanged -who needs that?\u00a0 However, the overwhelming pent-up repressed anger hidden inside such a highly\u00a0disciplined person, must be quite a personal problem to carry around; so maybe I&#8217;m looking at this situation with the wrong attitude. (Certainly that has occurred many times, and I have\u00a0been corrected with great detail for this fault). But that is beside the point.\u00a0 \u00a0Quite obviously the preferred \u00a0manner of communication\u00a0 should be literal, serious and add to one&#8217;s knowledge.\u00a0 Pardon me if this is sounding a tad critical of those among us who spend far too much personal time\u00a0typing away (a one way exchange that, I might add), and\/or reading what some (believe it or not) <em><strong>other human\u00a0person<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0 has written here in this handy instrument of\u00a0endless information.\u00a0 However this process which dominates many a life, certainly\u00a0does not include or encourage an opposing view point, or\u00a0disconcerting subject, and any unwanted interruption can<strong> not\u00a0possibly<\/strong>\u00a0occur, &#8216;less the power is loss or the ISP has been seemingly overtaken by Satan.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He who is not comfortable with a verbal addition (much less an interruption) or\u00a0is reluctantly receptive to one, probably just wants a companion who is silent, yet pleasant (hmmm, like this damn machine.)\u00a0A person with these\u00a0traits would\u00a0be very unlikely to want to be interrupted, even\u00a0in the event of Christ having reappeared as promised.\u00a0 Ah, Too bad about that, let the old boy wait,\u00a0as now we are deeply involving \u00a0into some serious coding problem ,etc..<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One thing\u00a0in\u00a0which <strong>all <\/strong>cases\u00a0ARE <strong>NOT\u00a0<\/strong>acceptable as a\u00a0humorous subject is, as you may have noted: <strong>Christ<\/strong>. Or Biblical passages, in any form, are usually\u00a0most unacceptable in a humorous context.\u00a0 The only person who I have ever known to get away with this, and in fine form I might add, was <strong>my dad<\/strong>, the always entertaining (with a very complex hereditary British dry humour, to the point of never knowing if he&#8217;s serious or not, that is entirely his own (well,\u00a0I can tell, but that&#8217;s genetic.)) <strong>Col. Charles W. Abbitt, <\/strong>formerly of Appomattox, Virginia. (i.e.) He and my mother\u00a0once received a phone call asking my father to be the &#8220;judge&#8221; (or acting official) at the Salado, Texas election on voting day&#8230;That town is (or was, in those days) \u00a0too small to divvy up into Republicans and Democrats, but they needed a respectable, responsible person to take over the voting process there and report the results\u00a0in the appropriate bureaucratic manner.\u00a0 \u00a0Well, what was said to my Dad was more or less, &#8220;Col. Abbitt, would you be willing to be the\u00a0&#8220;<strong>Judge<\/strong>&#8220;on next Tuesday&#8217;s election day, as we really need a responsible \u00a0person for\u00a0this job.\u00a0 To which my dad answered,&#8221;<em>Judge Not that you be not Judged<\/em>.&#8221;\u00a0 and an awkward silence ensued.\u00a0 He was in jest, of course, as he had acted as &#8220;Judge&#8221; at these polls several times before, and was just giving that person &#8220;the business.&#8221;\u00a0 Although said person on the receiving end of the phone , either was a little slow that afternoon, or simply did not get the connection.\u00a0 It happens. \u00a0I on the other hand thought this exchange to be hilarious.\u00a0 Which just goes to show, maybe you have to know someone your\u00a0entire life, not just a mere 30 years, to &#8220;get it&#8221; or understand a particular person&#8217;s sense of humour (if there is one)and\u00a0really recognize every lightly meant\u00a0moment, as simply that.\u00a0 Now, this could be because there are not many of\u00a0those light moments these days, here at our house, now that we&#8217;ve an empty nest. (If you don&#8217;t count the 15 computers.)<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0However, when someone asks me what&#8221;I do&#8221; I usually say, &#8216;I am a strange\u00a0cross breed of a professional critic and comedian, or a\u00a0&#8216;retired Mouseketeer&#8217;, or some\u00a0equally silly occupation.\u00a0 Well,it could happen.\u00a0 But\u00a0\u00a0if I were to say, &#8220;I am an Artist&#8221;, that sounds so overly pedantic, and\u00a0is not really the complete truth.\u00a0 For I spend allot more time around the Sauerosa being the recipient of an extended spew, or\u00a0cleaning toilets and the like,\u00a0rather\u00a0than artistically\u00a0playing the piano, or drawing or painting. Sad that, but true. This is no one&#8217;s fault but my own, for\u00a0my closest friends know of my problematic need for a completely clean bathroom\u00a0fetishism.\u00a0 You know you&#8217;ve got a problem, if and when you neatly place strips of toilet paper over the seat of your own bathroom&#8217;s toilet.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Maybe I should start\u00a0answering the question of what I do as, &#8220;I am a cowboy&#8221;.\u00a0 That one I like.\u00a0It has nothing to do with reality, but it&#8217;s a great aspiration.\u00a0 \u00a0And it&#8217;s not meant to be funny, because most decent cowboys (be they male or female) would probably take such insult in the loss, or disregard for any\u00a0attempt at cowboy\u00a0humor not\u00a0acknowledged at least by a smile,\u00a0as a\u00a0totally\u00a0unacceptable\u00a0reaction and a great offense;\u00a0 As to be chastised for one&#8217;s attempt to lighten the conversation at any time by a cowboy, by some character who&#8217;d rather be right than cordial,\u00a0would require\u00a0a truly\u00a0revengeful tactic for sure..\u00a0 This sort of thing could lead to a &#8216;whoop-side the head,&#8217; (certainly not here\u00a0! we are non violent as hell around here!, even when we&#8217;re cowboys,)\u00a0But such an insulting\u00a0misconstrued reception,\u00a0does\u00a0deserves at least a colorful and\u00a0obscenely insulting comeback-for sure.\u00a0 Yeah, and\u00a0that I can manage with no problemo, actually I can manage\u00a0many a comeback likely to be funny as all get out, as to whom, or for what purpose\u00a0I have no idea anymore. \u00a0But you see, as a Native Texan, it is my birthright to seek out the silly, to say nothing of hogtying some overly sanctimonious computer jerk (with\u00a0less than a halfassed respect for my wit and wisdom) with some\u00a0entertaining phrase like the ever popular, disconcerting: &#8220;What&#8217;s a matter you, boy? Got a Turd in Your Pocket?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I don&#8217;t know &#8217;bout you all, but <strong>I<\/strong> <strong>need every semi-humorous thing in my life<\/strong> just\u00a0to continue to survive these days; and actively resent when my feeble\u00a0attempts to bring\u00a0some mistaken\u00a0humanity, or humor\u00a0(how ever simplistic) isn&#8217;t\u00a0noticed to <strong>be\u00a0the good thing that it is<\/strong>,\u00a0in this ever complex, and overly serious,\u00a0and intricately\u00a0troubled world we share.\u00a0 &#8216;Know what I&#8217;m sayin&#8217;?&#8217; Or could be-you gots a Turd in your Pocket as well.<\/p>\n<p>As Ever Kay Buena, from deep in the heart of Texas<\/p>\n<p><em>The Author of this work wants all readers<\/em> <em>to know that this is strictly<\/em> <em>fiction.\u00a0 And Names, Characters, inferred places\u00a0or incidents are the product of the author&#8217;s rather sticky imagination<\/em>, <em>and<\/em> <em>are used fictitiously<\/em>..\u00a0 <em>Any resemblance to actual evens,<\/em>\u00a0<em>locales, persons, living or dead,\u00a0 is so<\/em> <em>coincidental as to be funnier than the fact that I spent hours\u00a0 re-writing this crap. (Like my policy is to be non biased in offending everyone regardless of his or her race creed color or <strong><span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">code<\/span><\/strong>. (What I don&#8217;t do to promote family harmony, and I&#8217;m still the one who gets run over by the mean train, also I get more hits than anyone else in this house&#8230;think there&#8217;s a connection?)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0Ever noticed how some times when trying to make it through the day with co-workers, or family members, some comment\u00a0that was meant merely to be amusing, or lighthearted, or ever so\u00a0slightly discordant,\u00a0in order to change the focus into a\u00a0pleasant pathway to a different subject or attitude, goes terribly wrong:\u00a0 And\u00a0this particular statement will\u00a0invariably become the\u00a0 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8R4qt-r","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":135,"url":"https:\/\/blog.kaybuena.com\/blog\/but-why-and-with-out-your-monday-pantie\/","url_meta":{"origin":27,"position":0},"title":"5. 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