Third Time's The Charm...

Or so they say. This is my third attempt at building a useful (for me) and interesting (for you) blog. I was inspired by a friend from high school who recently came to visit. She has her own blog, and a truer blog title I have not seen (visit her here). So taking direction from a director, I am going to attempt to post daily for the next thirty days. Hopefully this will not fall into the same category as other infamous 30-day projects such as my effort in 2003 to not masturbate during Lent, and then when that failed, to not eat bacon (also a failure).

Speaking of bacon, a previous blogging effort of mine is located at the informative "When Bacon is Eaten" blog. Truly, you cannot say I lied in that title. Unfortunately, the theme left little to work with.

I am ending today with a joke that was very big for me in 2003. You might notice a temporal fixation on the period, say 2001-2005. That period is where the title of this blog comes from, and during 2001-2005 I made a series of small poor choices....but for now the joke.

Moosecock
Originally told to me by Jon Brown in Phildalephia in the summer of 2002. (For directions to the site of exactly where this telling occurred, click here. This theater used to also have a vending machine that sold grilled cheese sandwiches).

So there is this game show where a contestant tries to name a word. The contestant goes on stage and asks yes-or-no questions to which the audience shouts responses until he, or she, is able to correctly the day's word.

On this particular day the contestant is a frail old women (think Sophia from the Golden Girls without the atitude). She totters on to the stage with the help of a walker and squeeks out her first question (at this point it will be helpful to do a little old lady voice),

"Is it something you can eat?"

There is silence in the studio, perplexed mumbling in the audience ensues, then after a minute, the audience shouts "Yes?", but it's really more of a question than an answer.

The old lady scratches her wispy white head, pauses, and then in her high piping voice says....

"Is it moosecock?"

A slightly different version, more suitable if you can't do an impression of an old lady, or if you are actually telling the joke to an old lady

Tomorrow: Thoughts on humor