Thursday, February 10, 2005

February Frivolity

So it's been how long since I"ve posted here? My oh my I have been letting my piece of the I-space languish hmm? But if you were expecting my first post in ..oh...two months, to be an intensive thought piece on digital culture, I'm afraid I have to disabuse you of the notion. I'm in the mood to be frivolous so I'm posting a joke that I found on one of my favourite online communities, which shall remain nameless, given that this is supposed to be an academically-focused thought blog.

So enjoy this piece of February frivolity from yours truly. I'll try to get back to my regular serious self later next week after my statistics mid-term is over.

Having Mom over for Dinner

Brian Hester invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but keep noticing how beautiful Brian's roommate, Stephanie, was. Mrs. Hester had long been suspicious of a relationship between Brian and Stephanie, and this had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, Mrs. Hester started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Stephanie than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Stephanie and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Brian said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure."

So he sat down and wrote:

Dear Mother: I'm not saying that you "did" take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you "did not" take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love, Brian

Several days later, Brian received a letter from his mother that read:

Dear Son: I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Stephanie, and I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mom