And they didn't get it
 

At the doctor's office:

Nurse: OK, your tetanus booster is done.
UT: Great! Now I can resume my job at the rusty barbed wire factory.
Nurse: Uh, OK.


At the office (happened a while back):

Bill: Hey Tony, they left a box of animal crackers in the break room.
UT: Oh, I can't eat those, I'm vegetarian.
Bill: Really? I didn't know that!

Get what?


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That's okay, Undertoad. No one ever gets my humor, either. Just means they're of inferior intellect.

I always feel like I'm reading a socialite gossip column when you bold everyone's names like that. :)

Heinlein describes these situations as "I was pulling his leg and it came off in my hand."

I think this is just the price you pay for having a deadpan delivery. However, you can still get a little fun out of these things. Tilt your head and look expectantly at the listener. (Think Chandler talking to Joey) Wait for the lightbulb to turn on. At least you get a chuckle out of it this way.

it makes me realize that I pick my friends based almost entirely on a shared sense of humor. We all think we're the funniest people alive, and pretty much everyone else things we're nuts.

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As well you should. It's one of those things that define compatibility even when you have differences over politics, religion etc.

Not long after my wife and I met, we went to a church "Las Vegas" night. One of the things you could gamble on was a wheel of states. Every 20 minutes or so, women would come around selling tickets with state names on them. During the evening, I had the choice of some Northeast states. I chose Vermont and said to (my then girlfriend) "It must be beautiful this time of year". With no hesitation at all she replied, "All that snow."

I knew at that moment that she was a keeper.

Why, Clodfobble (is that better?)? I've always considered it a message-board courtesy so that anyone can see quickly that they are being addressed or mentioned. If it's irritating I'll stop.

Well, actually, I probably won't, but I think it was generous of me to offer, anyway.

It doesn't bother me, it's just what the gossip columns do. In my head I hear, "Update! J.Lo and Ben Affleck are no longer this week's hottest item! We've heard rumors, however, that Madonna's having another baby and this time the father is street magician David Blaine! And in Philadelphia this week, Lumberjim was spotted at a local eatery with long-time romance jinx, while Undertoad basks in the success of his newest vBulletin upgrade, which topped this box office this week."

This is a pretty small community so people are likely to notice their names anyway, but there's no need to change just because of me. :)

Just because I'm feeling showy, I will now reveal myself as The Onion's very own Jackie Harvey! Consider me exposed. :)

Is that supposed to mean something? (I'm not saying this for some kind of humorous effect. I'm serious.)

The Onion's Jackie Harvey is a gossip columnist extraordinaire.

Yipee! Can I start referring to myself in the third person now? http://www.cellar.org/images/smilies/3eyedsmiley.gif

Actually, Jane's idea has some merit. It's just not "old cellar" style (cough, cough). It does take some getting used to, though. I thought she was "shouting" at people at first.

My father had an extremely dry humor with a deadpan delivery which I think I inherited from him. People don't always "get" my humor either. A couple of years ago we had a huge forest fire about 30 miles from where I live. I drove through the area after the fire had been put out and stopped at a gas station in a small town on my way.

Clerk: (making small talk) That will be $15.00, so are you visiting our area?

Me: No, I'm from around here. I just wanted to check out "Crispy Critter National Forest."

Clerk: (blank stare) Where's that?

or

Receptionist at doctor's office: I'll need your address, please.

Me: Post Office Box 1234 - it's a small place, but its home.

Receptionist: (Puzzled look)

My friends, however, think I'm a riot. That's why they're my friends. ;)

A few months back my wife and I were awakened by a ringing telephone early-ish on a Saturday morning... I found the cordless beside the bed and answered, and it was a Qwest rep, trying to give me a free month of Worthless Telephone Service to try to hook me into signing up. I declined politely, and she started trying to work me over some more. Tired and annoyed, I said to her "You know what? We don't even own a telephone, so we can't really use that service."

"Oh, you don't own a telephone?"

"Nope."

"Ok, well have a nice day." Click.