Hold My Hand, mmm kay?
A sense of humor is like a fingerprint. There are no two exactly the same. It’s got little swoops and swerves and patterns that may resemble the sense of fingerprints of other people. Similarities can be noticed, but what is “funny” varies as much as people do.
For example, today I was sitting in class, listening to a rather dry lecture in my Adolescent Assessment and Treatment class when I noticed a little habit of the lecturer. At least once a minute, as he was finishing a point, he would say, “okay?”… actually, he shortened it to simply “kay?” with just the slightest inquisitive upwards inflection at the end.
The most influential orator of our day has an issue with saying “umm” too much, so I’m not going to be overly critical of this guy. When I’m speaking to a group of people, I occasionally find myself slipping into a habit that drives me nuts when others do it: the superfluous “y’know?”
Like many professors, the guy talking today was mostly bald and wore eyeglasses. He was talking about how drugs are bad for youth, kay? Oh. My. God. MY INSTRUCTOR IS MR. MACKEY FROM SOUTH PARK!!
This made me chuckle when I made the connection in my head, but then it got worse. The “kay?”’s started becoming “m’kay?”’s. I could barely control myself. My sense of humor was making me hear things! Or was I? Was there just the slightest little “mmm” before the ubiquitous “kay?”’s ?
Point being, even if I had explained the situation, I think I would be the only one in the room who found it funny. Now, Mr Mackey…err…the instructor seems like a pretty hip guy. Probably finds South Park amusing. Maybe on the last day of the semester, I will explain why (and I’m sure I will be constantly listening for the mm’kay?’s from here on out) I had often seem on the verge of laughter. He’s part time faculty; I won’t have him in future classes.
What kind of private jokes do you have with yourself?
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In my ongoing active denial that I have to really start packing this week, I put out a request for song requests into the FriendBurst stream yesterday. Rig Veda asked for the tune “Hold My Hand”, which I had not heard of before, but I guess was a post-humous hit for one Michael Jackson.
I really need to stay out of the high register songs, but I’m not too displeased with the results…
When I was in college, I had a teacher, witch if he heard us, starting our speech with the word “so” he fail us from that class. He said: “how can you conclude, if you have not started to say anything”.
And when I was in front of him, at exams, in my head I’ve said “so” and after I start to say my speech. He noticed my pause and he asked me, why ? I’ve said: “Professor after exam I’ll tell you”. And I told him.
Anyway you did a great job, mmm kay?
Thank you.
Loved it! I believe in putting packing off until the very last minute. Procrastination is my middle name (unfortunately) 😉
Love the riff Joko. Im not good with the private jokes but can find humour in most things
Hey is that the blue thingy microphone…I’m gettin one of those…how you like it,it work good…oh ya nice job on Hold my paw.
D.
How about this one Joko? 🙂
I’m kidding, but I wish to know your opinion about this song and I bet that many didn’t heard about it.
Thanks.
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I lol’d at your blog m’kay?
m’kay, I laugh at almost anything. The worst is when I go to funerals and see something that makes me crack up. My mother almost refuses to go out in public with me anymore.
I was laughing my ass off in a court room yesterday…. I think the ADA was glad when I left….
Yea, i would have made the same connection and I have found myself in the same situation before with a doctor..LOL
I’ve always had a bad problem with my internal dialogue and sudden outbursts of laughter. I always seem to make myself laugh during the most awkward times. Like weddings, and funerals, and when someone is screaming at me.
One time, when I was still slaving away in the corporate world, our new Regional Manager came to our store to meet everyone and present us with his vision for our future. Everyone was running around shitting bricks and stuff like that. The first time I met him, I had to fight to keep from laughing. He looked like a spitting image cross between The Grinch and Dr. Frankenfurter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I could have swore he had just a dab of eyeliner on too. All I could do was stand their smiling and nodding while biting the inside of my lip to keep myself from laughing. The whole time I was doing my best to get Sweet Transvestite to quit playing in my head.
As soon as he left the warehouse, I crawled off into quiet corner and laughed until my sides hurt. Everybody in the warehouse thought I was crazy because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t explain to them what I thought was so funny.
BTW, that guy was a really cool guy. I felt really bad about laughing so hard after I got to know him better. It’s strange how some of the funniest things in life can make you feel so guilty for laughing about them. Sometimes I wonder if guilt plays a part in the big equation of humor.
My Abnormal Psych professor had a stutter, a lisp as well as various ticks and twitches. So while he might be covering a chapter in the DSM-IV, his body was covering three or four more. It didn’t help my GPA that the class was right after the wake n’ bake morning bong and I’m easily amused anyway.
In high school we had a substitute French teacher with long gray hair down past the middle of her back. She looked like grandma from the Adams Family. Every time she would walk by we would whistle the theme and snap our fingers. She got annoyed but never caught on.
Your story reminded me of a time when my five members of my family, including my mother and my brother, decided to go to a bingo session at one of our local casinos. During a session, the bingo callers are changed during the game at regular intervals and the second caller of the night was a guy who looked like Ned Flanders from the Simpsons, but had the sultry vocal stylings of Kermit the Frog. It started with a quiet snicker between my brother and me, but by the time we heard B4 and O69 for the third time, the whole family was trying so hard to contain the laughing that we all had tears in our eyes. It got so bad that security came over to us and said we had to stop or leave. Luckily, Kermit Flanders was done for his turn so we were all able to get ourselves under control and dry our eyes so that we could stay and finish the game. Fun times!!
You’d be even more aware of this tendency people have to end their sentences with “‘Kay” if your NAME were Kay…
And I had a mythology professor in undergraduate school who stuck his tongue and touched the tip of his nose with it after every statement. Disconcerting to say the least.
I took this great speech class, we called it Round Table. It’s based on the Toastmaster’s curriculum. We often had to do ‘off the cuff’ speeches at a moment’s notice. Any filler words were duly pointed out by everyone in the room. No Ummm, no hmmm, no aaaaaaaaaand and no other form of fillers was allowed. We had to learn to speak concisely. I loved it. It’s helped a lot with my writing.. obviously not.. lol. Ummm yeah I reckon that’s about it.. mmmkay?
allrighty then… lol… ummm… I… uh… enjoyed your story…
(If one actually verbailzes “dot dot dot”, does that count as filler?)
Srsly, I would love to take a class like that.
Hiya Joko!
n there are some private jokes within my art. There are ones that can be seen easily if one is familiar with the subject at hand. N then there are some that are only known to folks that know me pretty well. N then there are some that only I get. Those last ones are the most fun.
Good luck with the packing buddy!
I love your blogs!
Maybe it’s a Wisconsinite thing but alot of people here add “and so” or “hey” at the end of their sentences. As in “That was a good dinner and so?” or “Take a look at this hey”.
I like your sense of humor and lack of biker mustache.
In boot camp, I would make faces at the guy standing on line across the squadbay, as soon as the drill instructor would step up to inspect him. Eventually I was caught in the act.
Couple months later in Infantry training school I superglued my bunkie’s lips together while he was sleeping. A week later I woke up with my hair dyed pink. Sometimes I still laugh at shit like that and play it off for the loon effect