Monday, July 30, 2007

It's wierd the way “finger puppets” sounds okay as a noun. –Demetri Martin

Humor is often considered to be subjective. What those find funny, others might find moronic or even offensive. I don’t consider myself to be a tremendously highbrow individual. Let’s face it. A guy getting hit in the nertzs is pretty darn funny no matter how you slice it.
But true comedy, in my opinion, is something that is not tremendously funny initially but when taken out of context, it becomes hysterical. Like Haley’s Comet or the Aurora Borealis, such an instance of pure, perfect comedy is rare, possibly once in a lifetime. And when that happens, you must learn to embrace it.
Such an incident happened today at work.
Working in my department, I looked up from my work and saw an old woman. She was a retiree. Probably a grandmother of three. She was wearing a gray shirt that matched her hair and on that shirt was a logo. To look at it would make you say, “Awww, that is sweet. She’s an animal lover.”
And yet, if you take that same shirt and change the wearer, let’s say from her to—oh I don’t know—me, it becomes the greatest T-Shirt in the history of time.
Not having a camera on me, this is my attempt to recreate the shirt in Photoshop. And yes, I have already begun the Internet search for a version of the shirt to purchase myself.

God bless America.

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