1.08.2004
Blog Collusion?
Yikes! Lat night I visited Esperar Al Boof, and I found the Tuesday headline made the exact same joke I did in my Tuesday posting. Not once, but twice. A reader chided me (humorously...I think) for stealing material, but as my Mom loves to say, "Great minds think alike."
Which, if you think about it, is not true at all. Great minds think different, uh, ly. (No, my Mom's favorite fictional character is not Polonius.)
But fear not, I would never nick a chuckle from a fellow blogger. As Polonius would have Hamlet know, "Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry," and brother, let me tell you, the last thing I want is the edge of my husbandry dulled. My girlfriend would kill me.
Nor, as one might suspect in the current economic climate, would we collude to keep certain jokes from reaching their true market potential. So put away your suspicions, and be comfortable in the knowledge that you are in ripe comic times, when giants of Giants' humor stand astride the punning peaks of professionalism. Years from now, you can sit back on that 5-hour trip to Mars and tell your non-mad-cow-infected offspring that you were there, mouse in hand, when the grand tradition of three-headed Giants' right-fielder jokes first came to light in almost simultaneous form and fashion, much the way the steam engine was invented at the same precise second in both Budapest, Hungary and Fremont, California.
Your grandchild will smile and say, "I have one for you: How many Giants' right fielders does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
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Yikes! Lat night I visited Esperar Al Boof, and I found the Tuesday headline made the exact same joke I did in my Tuesday posting. Not once, but twice. A reader chided me (humorously...I think) for stealing material, but as my Mom loves to say, "Great minds think alike."
Which, if you think about it, is not true at all. Great minds think different, uh, ly. (No, my Mom's favorite fictional character is not Polonius.)
But fear not, I would never nick a chuckle from a fellow blogger. As Polonius would have Hamlet know, "Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry," and brother, let me tell you, the last thing I want is the edge of my husbandry dulled. My girlfriend would kill me.
Nor, as one might suspect in the current economic climate, would we collude to keep certain jokes from reaching their true market potential. So put away your suspicions, and be comfortable in the knowledge that you are in ripe comic times, when giants of Giants' humor stand astride the punning peaks of professionalism. Years from now, you can sit back on that 5-hour trip to Mars and tell your non-mad-cow-infected offspring that you were there, mouse in hand, when the grand tradition of three-headed Giants' right-fielder jokes first came to light in almost simultaneous form and fashion, much the way the steam engine was invented at the same precise second in both Budapest, Hungary and Fremont, California.
Your grandchild will smile and say, "I have one for you: How many Giants' right fielders does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
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