Bloganuary Day 7: What makes you laugh?

My daughter. She’s a flippin’ hoot. Before Omicron ate our neighborhood, we used to swim together several times a week. It was always a barrel of laughs. She wants to play games, and I can only do so much to comply before it gets super silly. One time, I remember that we were both mermaids, and our names were Speedboat and Swiss Cheese. She’s quick-witted and great with puns. I bought her a pomegranate recently and she missed nary a beat before stating that her “wishes had been pome-granted”.

There are things on YouTube that make me laugh to tears without fail. I’m trying to categorize what type of humor it is, but I haven’t narrowed it down. I really like the AI Bot Obituary, for example. My son and I cracked up reading it, but my husband, who favors Monty Python, didn’t find it funny at all.

Bad Lip Reading

Shreds

Autocorrect Fails

Looks like Damn You Autocorrect folded, but the best are preserved.

Bloganuary Day 6: Who is someone who inspires you and why?

Dr. Timothy Sly on Quora. I have mild emetophobia and have been known to get paranoid about pathogens on food.

Example: on a work meetup in Miami, I thought I might have eaten undercooked chicken the day before my flight home, and it completely derailed my brain for the rest of the night. I skipped dinner with my team and made my little brother pick me up and take me to Target so I could get a probiotic/apple cider vinegar concoction to help eliminate any nasty bugs and I don’t think I slept at all (spoiler: there was no raw chicken or nasty bugs, and I was fine but exhausted from worrying for 18 hours).

I don’t know if he actually inspires me — does soothing my hijacked amygdala count as inspiring? He certainly helps me relax and definitely inspires confidence in how I handle my food refrigeration needs. He’s saved many a lovely roast from being thrown in the garbage because it was out of the fridge too long. So, yeah.

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