My brain is, to some indeterminate percentage, defective.
Not just, “Oh, that’s understandable, we all have strange mental echoes and stuff” defective, but really, seriously prone to screwy malfunctions. To the point others will look at me with a raised eyebrow and that faux-overintense stare and try to end their conversation with me as quickly as possible. Raillery often ensues. I know this pattern, I recognize it, yet my brain refuses to suffocate the offending regions as punishment.
I say all this not because I have issues with cognition or perception or semantics or logic, but because there are some things, even at 42 years of age, that still implacably affect me way more than they should. In particular I am talking about humor, or, as some would argue, my complete derangement thereof.
See, I find extraordinarily stupid things…well, funny. Often hilarious. I don’t know how such things happen, or why – it’s as if the part of my brain that should have been replaced by cells that are responsible for thinking about spreadsheets and insurance premiums is still there, and in fact growing – but they do. With me. A lot.
I’m going to give you an example. I find the picture below hilarious for reasons I can’t articulate, and I’m not just talking merely hilarious. I’m talking sit-at-my-computer-and-violently-mouthbreathe-between-suddering-guffaws-because-my-brain-is-defective-which-I-told-you-already. Here you go:
There, you see? Not funny, right?
WRONG. I can hardly type after embedding that picture into this post, because I can see it and my eyes are watering and I had to take a drink and nearly choked, at which point I looked up and saw the picture again, which caused a biologically-discouraged laugh-choke, and even though this sentence may seem normal, albeit long, I almost died writing it. Because of that picture.
(You’re welcome, by the way.)
You’re sitting there saying, “So it’s an Aero Spacelines Super Guppy. So what?” And that’s exactly so what: you see an ugly plane, I see something so funny it can’t be on my computer screen while I am doing anything else or there’s an 80% chance I will choke on my own saliva.
(This picture, for the record, nearly has the same effect.)
So my gift to you today? The knowledge that your brain is working just fine, because you now have a glimpse into a aberrant, infantile sense of humor. And if you did laugh at the picture for some unknown reason, I can offer this advice: don’t try to explain why. To anyone. Ever.
Some links:
Rafe over at RC3.org on why we should be afraid of Facebook.
TNR’s Kevin Carey explains why the media is wrong about the decreasing value of a college degree.
Depending on your views, this dad is either the best or the worst in the world. I tend towards best.
Finally, in light of the Dallas Mavericks beating the Miami Heat for this year’s NBA title, here’s Bill Simmons dissecting LeBron James’ absolute lack of playoff performance.
Have a good weekend, everyone.
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More links:
MIPRO Consulting main website.