The Thesis

One sunny day a rabbit came out of her hole in the ground to enjoy the fine
weather. The day was so nice that she became careless and a fox snuck up
behind her and caught her.
“I am going to eat you for lunch!”, said the fox. “Wait!”, replied the
rabbit, “You should at least wait a few days.” “Oh yeah? Why should I
wait?” “Well, I am just finishing my thesis on ‘The Superiority of Rabbits
over Foxes and Wolves.'” “Are you crazy? I should eat you right now!
Everybody knows that a fox will always win over a rabbit.” “Not really, not
according to my research. If you like, you can come into my hole and read it
for yourself. If you are not convinced, you can go ahead and have me for
lunch.” “You really are crazy!” But since the fox was curious and had
nothing to lose, it went with the rabbit. The fox never came out.
A few days later the rabbit was again taking a break from writing and sure
enough, a wolf came out of the bushes and was ready to set upon her. “Wait!”
yelled the rabbit, “you can’t eat me right now.” “And why might that be, my
furry appetizer?” “I am almost finished writing my thesis on ‘The
Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves.'” The wolf laughed so hard
that it almost lost its grip on the rabbit. “Maybe I shouldn’t eat you. You
really are sick…in the head. You might have something contagious.” “Come
and read it for yourself. You can eat me afterward if you disagree with my
conclusions.” So the wolf went down into the rabbit’s hole…and never came out.
The rabbit finished her thesis and was out celebrating in the local lettuce
patch. Another rabbit came along and asked, “What’s up? You seem very
happy.” “Yup, I just finished my thesis.” “Congratulations. What’s it
about?” “‘The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves.'” “Are you
sure? That doesn’t sound right.” “Oh yes. Come and read it for yourself.”
So together they went down into the rabbit’s hole. As they entered, the friend
saw the typical graduate student abode, albeit a rather messy one after writing
a thesis. The computer with the controversial work was in one corner. To the
right there was a pile of fox bones, to the left a pile of wolf bones. And
in the middle was a large, well-fed lion.
The moral of the story:
The title of your thesis doesn’t matter. The subject doesn’t matter. The
research doesn’t matter.
All that matters is who your advisor is.




The Difference Between Men and Women

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ”Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”
And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.
And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Roger is thinking: . . . so that means it was . . . let’s see . . ..February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means . . . lemme check the odometer . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed — even before I sensed it — that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.
And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a damn garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.
And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty. That’s exactly what they’re gonna say, the scumballs.
And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a damn warranty. I’ll take their warranty and . . .
”Roger,” Elaine says aloud.
”What?” says Roger, startled.
”Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ”Maybe I should never have . . Oh God, I feel so . . .”
(She breaks down, sobbing.)
”What?” says Roger.
”I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. ”I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”
”There’s no horse?” says Roger.
”You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.
”No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
”It’s just that . . . It’s that I . . . I need some time,” Elaine says.
(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
”Yes,” he says.
(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
”Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.
”What way?” says Roger.
”That way about time,” says Elaine.
”Oh,” says Roger. ”Yes.”
(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
”Thank you, Roger,” she says.
”Thank you,” says Roger.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it. (This is also Roger’s policy regarding world hunger.)
The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.
Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: ”Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”




Sleeping in the Barn

A lawyer and two friends, a Rabbi and a Hindu holy man, had car
trouble in the countryside and asked to spend the night with a farmer. The
farmer said, “There might be a problem; you see, I only have room for two
to sleep, one of you must sleep in the barn. “No problem,” spoke the
Rabbi, “My people wandered in the desert for forty years, I am humble
enough to sleep in the barn for an evening.” With that he departed to the
barn and the others bedded down for the night.
Moments later a knock was heard at the door; the farmer opened the
door; there stood the Rabbi from the barn. “What’s wrong?” asked the
farmer. He replied, “I am grateful to you, but I can’t sleep in the barn.
There is a pig in the barn and my faith believes that is an unclean
animal.” His Hindu friend agrees to swap places with him. But a few
minutes later the same scene reoccurs.
There is a knock on the door,
“What’s wrong, now? the farmer asks. The Hindu holy man replies, “I too am
grateful for your helping us out but there is a cow in the barn and in my
country cows are considered sacred. I can’t sleep on holy ground!” Well,
that leaves only the lawyer to make the change. He grumbled and complained
but went out to the barn.
Yep, you guessed it! Moments later there was another knock on the
farmer’s door. Frustrated and tired, the farmer opens the door, and there
stood the pig and the cow!




Excerpts from the Frustrated Parent Translation

Laws of Forbidden Places
Of the beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods
that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room.
Of the hoofed animals, broiled or ground into burgers, you may eat, but not
in the living room.
Of the cloven-hoofed animal, plain or with cheese, you may eat, but not in
the living room.
Of the cereal grains, of the corn and of the wheat and of the oats, and of
all the cereals that are of bright color and unknown provenance you may
eat, but not in the living room.
Of quiescently frozen dessert and of all frozen after-meal treats you may
eat, but absolutely not in the living room.
Of the juices and other beverages, yes, even of those in sippy-cups, you
may drink, but not in the living room; neither may you carry such therein.
Indeed, when you reach the place where the living room carpet begins, of
any food or beverage there you may not eat; neither may you drink.
But if you are sick, and are lying down and watching something, then may
you eat in the living room.
Laws When at Table
And if you are seated in your high chair, or in a chair such as a greater
person might use, keep your legs and feet below you as they were. Neither
raise up your knees, nor place your feet upon the table, for that is an
abomination. Yes, even when you have an interesting bandage to show, your
feet upon the table are an abomination, and worthy of rebuke.
Drink your milk as it is given you, neither use on it any utensils, nor
fork, nor knife, nor spoon, for that is not what they are for; if you will
dip your blocks in the milk, and lick it off, you will be sent away.
When you have drunk, let the empty cup then remain upon the table, and do
not bite it upon its edge and by your teeth hold it to your face in order
to make noises in it sounding like a duck; for you will be sent away.
When you chew your food, keep your mouth closed until you have swallowed,
and do not open it to show your brother or your sister what is within; I
say to you, do not so, even if your brother or your sister has done the
same to you.
Eat your food only; do not eat that which is not food; neither seize the
table between your jaws, nor use the raiment of the table to wipe your
lips. I say again to you, do not touch it, but leave it as it is.
And though your stick of carrot does indeed resemble a marker, draw not
with it upon the table, even in pretend, for we do not do that, that is
why.
And though the pieces of broccoli are very like small trees, do not stand
them upright to make a forest, because we do not do that, that is why.
Sit just as I have told you, and do not lean to one side or the other, nor
slide down until you are nearly slid away. Heed me; for if you sit like
that, your hair will go into the syrup. And now behold, even as I have
said, it has come to pass.
Laws Pertaining to Dessert
For we judge between the plate that is unclean and the plate that is clean,
saying first, if the plate is clean, then you shall have dessert.
But of the unclean plate, the laws are these: If you have eaten most of
your meat, and two bites of your peas with each bite consisting of not less
than three peas each, or in total six peas, eaten where I can see, and you
have also eaten enough of your potatoes to fill two forks, both forkfuls
eaten where I can see, then you shall have dessert.
But if you eat a lesser number of peas, and yet you eat the potatoes, still
you shall not have dessert; and if you eat the peas, yet leave the potatoes
uneaten, you shall not have dessert, no, not even a small portion thereof.
And if you try to deceive by moving the potatoes or peas around with a
fork, that it may appear you have eaten what you have not, you will fall
into iniquity. And I will know, and you shall have no dessert.
On Screaming
Do not scream; for it is as if you scream all the time.
If you are given a plate on which two foods you do not wish to touch each
other are touching each other, your voice rises up even to the ceiling,
while you point to the offense with the finger of you right hand; but I say
to you, scream not, only remonstrate gently with the server, that the
server may correct the fault.
Likewise if you receive a portion of fish from which every piece of herbal
seasoning has not been scraped off, and the herbal seasoning is loathsome
to you and steeped in vileness, again I say, refrain from screaming. Though
the vileness overwhelm you, and cause you a faint unto death, make not that
sound from within your throat, neither cover your face, nor press your
fingers to you nose. For even not I have made the fish as it should be;
behold, I eat it myself, yet do not die.
Concerning Face and Hands
Cast your countenance upward to the light, and lift your eyes to the hills,
that I may more easily wash you off. For the stains are upon you; even to
the very back of your head, there is rice thereon. And in the breast
pocket of your garment, and upon the tie of your shoe, rice and other
fragments are distributed in a manner wonderful to see.
Only hold yourself still; hold still, I say. Give each finger in its turn
for my examination thereof, and also each thumb. Lo, how iniquitous they
appear. What I do is as it must be; and you shall not go hence until I
have done.
Various Other Laws, Statutes, and Ordinances
Bite not, lest you be cast into quiet time. Neither drink of your own bath
water, nor of the bath water of any kind; nor rub your feet on bread, even
if it be in the package; nor rub yourself against cars, not against any
building; nor eat sand. Leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done,
that you should so afflict it with tape? And hum not the humming in your
nose as I read, nor stand between the light and the book. Indeed, you will
drive me to madness. Nor forget what I said about the tape.
Complaints and Lamentations
O my children, you are disobedient. For when I tell you what you must do,
you argue and dispute hotly even to the littlest detail; and when I do not
accede, you cry out, and hit and kick. Yes, and even sometime do you spit,
and shout “stupid-head” and other blasphemies, and hit and kick the wall
and the molding thereof when you are sent to the corner.
And though the law teaches that no one shall be sent to the corner for more
minutes than he has years of age, yet I would leave you there all day, so
mighty am I in anger. But upon being sent to the corner you ask
straight-away, “Can I come out?” and I reply, “No, you may not come out.”
And again you ask, and again I give the same reply. But when you ask again
a third time, then you may come out.
Hear me, O my children, for the bills they kill me. I pay and pay again,
even to the twelfth time in a year, and yet again they mount higher than
before.
For our health, that we may be covered, I give six hundred and twenty
talents twelve times in a year; but even this covers not the fifteen
hundred deductible for each member of the family within a calendar year.
And yet for ordinary visits we still are not covered, nor for many
medicines, nor for the teeth within our mouths. Guess not at what rage is
in my mind, for surely you cannot know.
For I will come to you at the first of the month and at the fifteenth of
the month with the bills and a great whining and moan.
And when the month of taxes comes, I will decry the wrong and unfairness of
it, and mourn with wine and ashtrays, and rend my receipts.
And you shall remember that I am that I am: before, after, and until you
are twenty-one. Hear me then, and avoid me in my wrath, O children of me.




The Afterlife of a Pope

The Pope dies & goes to heaven. He’s met by the reception committee, and after a whirlwind tour he is told that he can enjoy any of the myriad recreations available. He decides that he wants to read all of the ancient original texts of the Holy Scriptures, and spends the next eon or so learning the languages. After becoming a linguistic master, he sits down in the library and begins to pore over every version of the Bible, working back from the most recent “Easy Reading” to the original script.
All of a sudden there is a scream from the Pope in the library. The angels come running to him, only to find the Pope huddled in a chair, crying to himself, and muttering, “An ‘R’! They left out the ‘R’.”
God takes him aside, offering comfort and asks him what the problem is. After collecting his wits, the Pope sobs again, “It’s the letter ‘R’ …the word was supposed to be CELEBRATE!”




The Situation in Japan

According to inside contacts, the Japanese banking crisis shows no signs of ameliorating. If anything, it’s getting worse.
Following last week’s news that Origami Bank had folded, we are hearing that Sumo Bank has gone belly up and Bonsai Bank plans to cut back some of its branches. Karaoke Bank is up for sale and is (you guessed it!) going for a song.
Meanwhile, shares in Kamikaze Bank have nose-dived and 500 back-office staff at Karate Bank got the chop. Analysts report that there is something fishy going on at Sushi Bank and staff there fear they may get a raw deal.




Hickphonics

The following are excerpts from the Hickphonics/English dictionary:
HEIDI – noun. Greeting.
HIRE YEW – Complete sentence. Remainder of greeting. Usage: Heidi, hire yew?”
BARD – verb. Past tense of the infinitive “to borrow.” Usage: “My brother bard my pickup truck.”
JAWJUH – noun. The State north of Florida. Capitol is Lanner. Usage: “My brother from Jawjuh bard my pickup truck.”
BAMMER – noun. The State west of Jawjuh. Capitol is Berminhayum. Usage: “A tornader jes went through Bammer an’ left $20,000,000 in improvements.”
MUNTS – noun. A calendar division. Usage: “My brother from Jawjuh bard my pickup truck, and I ain’t herd from him in munts.”
THANK – verb. Ability to cognitively process. Usage: “Ah thank ah’ll have a bare.”
BARE – noun. An alcoholic beverage made of barley, hops, and yeast. Usage: “Ah thank ah’ll have a bare.”
IGNERT – adjective. Not smart. See “Arkansas native.” Usage: “Them Bammer boys sure are ignert!”
RANCH – noun. A tool used for tight’nin’ bolts. Usage: “I thank I left my ranch in the back of that pickup truck my brother from Jawjuh bard a few munts ago.”
ALL – noun. A petroleum-based lubricant. Usage: “I sure hope my brother from Jawjuh puts all in my pickup truck.”
FAR – noun. A conflagration. Usage: “If my brother from Jawjuh don’t change the all in my pickup truck, that thing’s gonna catch far.”
TAR – noun. A rubber wheel. Usage: “Gee, I hope that brother of mine from Jawjuh don’t git a flat tar in my pickup truck.”
TIRE – noun. A tall monument. Usage: “Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, I sure do hope to see that Eiffel Tire in Paris sometime.”
RETARD – Verb. To stop working. Usage: “My grampaw retard at age 65.”
FAT – noun, verb. 1. a battle or combat. 2. to engage in battle or combat. Usage: “You younguns keep fat’n, n’ ah’m gonna whup y’uh.”
RATS – noun. Entitled power or privilege. Usage: “We Southerners are willin’ to fat for are rats.”
FARN – adjective. Not local. Usage: “I cuddint unnerstand a wurd he sed….mus’ be from some farn country.”
DID – adjective. Not alive. Usage: “He’s did, Jim.”
EAR – noun. A colorless, odorless gas: Oxygen. Usage: “He cain’t breathe….give ‘im some ear!”
BOB WAR – noun. A sharp, twisted cable. Usage: “Boy, stay away from that bob war fence.”
JEW HERE – Noun and verb contraction. Usage: “Jew here that my brother from
Jawjuh got a job with that bob war fence cump’ny?”
HAZE – a contraction. Usage: “Is Bubba smart?” “Nah….haze ignert. He ain’t thanked but a minnit ‘n ‘is laf.”
SEED – verb, past tense of “to see”.
VIEW – contraction: verb and pronoun. Usage: “I ain’t never seed New York, view?”




The Diagnosis

A man walks into a doctor’s office. He has a cucumber up his nose, a carrot in his left ear and a banana in his right ear.
“What’s the matter with me?” he asks the doctor.
The doctor replies, “You’re not eating properly.”




Relaxation Technique

Feeling Stressed?
Picture yourself near a stream…
Birds are softly chirping in the crisp, cool mountain air…
Nothing can bother you here…
No one knows this secret place…
You are in total seclusion from that place called The World…
The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity…
The water is clear…
You can easily make out the face of the person whose head you’re holding under the water…
There now… feeling better?




Cat Worship

Thousands of years ago, cats were worshiped as Gods. Cats have never forgotten this.