Big Bouncy Ball
One of the professors down the hall from me has a joke posted on his door: "There are ten kinds of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who do not."
I do not get this joke even though I thought I had a rudimentary understanding of binary.
And don't get me wrong, I am happy to be the punchline to somebody's joke. But sometimes, I have to admit, I want to sneak into his office, when he's got his back to the door, diligently attuned to his computer monitor screen, surfing along the nuances of the matrix, and I want to
YANK
his big HUGE blue bouncy ball that he sits on, apparently for orthopedic reasons (?) out from under him and play a wild game of indoor hall soccer in the absurdly narrow hall.
Now don't misunderstand me, I really like this professor. He's very quirky in the best of all possible ways,
So this wild urge on my part has no real basis in malevolence -- but rather my wild attraction to that HUGE bouncy ball -- don't huge bouncy balls engender this sort of reaction for everyone?
It has nothing to do with my bitterness at being the butt of a joke posted on a door that taunts me day in and day out every time I walk down the hall to urinate. Because I'm not bitter!
this blog, like all other back burner entries, is fiction. any resemblance of any of the characters depicted herein is purely coincidental.
I do not get this joke even though I thought I had a rudimentary understanding of binary.
And don't get me wrong, I am happy to be the punchline to somebody's joke. But sometimes, I have to admit, I want to sneak into his office, when he's got his back to the door, diligently attuned to his computer monitor screen, surfing along the nuances of the matrix, and I want to
YANK
his big HUGE blue bouncy ball that he sits on, apparently for orthopedic reasons (?) out from under him and play a wild game of indoor hall soccer in the absurdly narrow hall.
Now don't misunderstand me, I really like this professor. He's very quirky in the best of all possible ways,
So this wild urge on my part has no real basis in malevolence -- but rather my wild attraction to that HUGE bouncy ball -- don't huge bouncy balls engender this sort of reaction for everyone?
It has nothing to do with my bitterness at being the butt of a joke posted on a door that taunts me day in and day out every time I walk down the hall to urinate. Because I'm not bitter!
this blog, like all other back burner entries, is fiction. any resemblance of any of the characters depicted herein is purely coincidental.
posted by Redbaerd at 6:40 AM
6 Comments:
Ways to help with your bitterness:
1) get the joke
Maybe I'm oversimplifying but in Binary (1's and 0's) everything is either a one or a zero. So in a binary world there would only be two kinds of people... So the joke is.... wait a minute. What is joke???
I'll get that ball YET!
2) Post your own sign that nobody can get. Maybe, "If your standing here reading this sign, you're not upstairs afterall"
3) Jack Handy's idea:
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done. -Jack Handy
Another Quote from Jack that may be applicable:
If I ever went to war, instead of throwing a grenade, I'd throw one of those small pumpkins. Then maybe my enemy would pick up the pumpkin and think about the futility of war. And that would give me the time I need to hit him with a real grenade. -Jack Handy
Hope this helps Andy
The way you stated it the joke actually doesn't make sense. So, if this professor (I'm assuming either Jimmy G. or E. Rodd) has it written the way you stated it, then it actually doesn't make sense. However, if it's written "There are 10 kinds of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who do not." then it does make sense. The difference being that the number is written "10" rather than "ten." So, you should check that out.
I just read my comment again and realized I didn't tell you who I was. Sorry about that. It's me Scott Bell.
SO it turns out that you're all right. I misread the sign. And missed the joke. Because. Yes. (Dammit) it *does* say "10" not "ten." And Lynn pointed this out to me seconds after she read my blog. Minutes after I published it.
NO! I insisted it says: "Ten"!
But it doesn't. OR wouldn't. Right? Because this was not neccessarily a "true" story or even based on "real" characters in a "actual" place.
but if it was or were or whatever,
that wouldn't erode my bitterness I MEAN desire (I'm not bitter!) to steal that blue ball and play a wild bouncy game of hall soccer.
One time, I promised my nephew that I would take him to Disney World, but then, instead of taking him to Disney World, I took him to an old, burned down wharehouse and, "Oh no! Disney land burned down!". He cried a lot, but deep down, I think that he really knew it was a joke. Then, I was going to take him to see the *real* Disney World, but it was getting pretty late. - (paraphrased from)Jack Handy
One time, I promised my nephew that I would take him to Disney World, but then, instead of taking him to Disney World, I took him to an old, burned down wharehouse and said, "Oh no! Disney land burned down!". He cried a lot, but deep down, I think that he really knew it was a joke. Then, I was going to take him to see the *real* Disney World, but it was getting pretty late. - (paraphrased from)Jack Handy
Additionally, I too enjoy the fine establishment called Josephs'. It is a bit difficult to find. I once enjoyed some tasty chips and brew with some wonderful friends there. Those times seem so remote and distant. I miss those times...
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