A priest, a rabbi, and person with his foot in his mouth walk into a bar...

Tempus fugit - time flies (also a rockin' tune from Yes.)

A frenzy of activity here, a frenzy of activity there, a frenzy of activity everywhere. I've been very busy and just haven't found the time or desire to write lately. Seeing as last week was National Etitquette Week, it only seems appropriate that I wouldn't chime in here, anyway. What do I know? Still, so much has happened over the last two weeks, I'm not even sure where to begin now...

I think that I might be growing as a person...(no, not just getting fatter.)

Allow me to explain...

I was discussing "comedy" last night with a friend. We both tended to agree that all great comedy has to have some degree of tragedy or uncomfortableness associated with it. Sure, seeing someone fall down or get hit with something will always be funny. That's physical comedy and has immediate payoff. There's another, darker, type of comedy that I truly appreciate, though. It has a tendancy to make you uncomfortable at first, but the more you think about it the funnier it becomes. That's where the comedy goldmine really resides, for my money.

It's not for everybody, though. Some people really don't like that "uncomfortable" humor. Being able to tell when making an off-color joke is "ok" is a skill that I'm still developing. For instance, a little while back a perfect situation presented itself for me to make such a joke. It popped into my head and I thought, "Oh, this is a gimmee. If you're going to get set up like this you've got to swing, right? It's a sure-fire home run." But it wasn't. It would've been a little inappropriate and I managed to keep my mouth shut for once. For once...

See, though? That's growth, right? Don't get me wrong, I still put my foot in my mouth so much that I'm actually getting used to the taste of the soles of my shoes. (Not so good. I should probably layer them with some sort of sweetner.) With just a moment or two of thinking I can recall at least four occasions in the last day or two in which I did just that.

Still, though, like Dr. Leo Marvin said to Bob Wiley (I'M SAILING!!!), it's all about baby steps. Baby steps out the door. Baby steps on to the elevator. Baby steps to keeping my foot out of my mouth. Baby steps to personal growth.

Of course, Dr. Leo Marvin ended up flipping out and wound up in a mental hospital. Hmm...

So, with a "comedy" focus today, I think I'll offer you a good, clean joke:

A man sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog for Sale." He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. He goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the mutt replies.

"So, what's your story?"

The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. But, the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So, I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

The man is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. The owner says, "Ten dollars."

The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"

The owner replies, "He's such a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."

Hope y'all had a great Memorial Day!

Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Dosed" by Red Hot Chili Peppers