Several years ago my family and I went to an improve murder mystery dinner theater, and my family being the goofballs they are decided to cheer for the bumbling idiot character anytime he accomplished anything, regardless of how menial. So as the night went on the bumbling idiot character would start to cheer for himself followed by all of us, and eventually the whole crowd anytime he did anything.
So now if anyone in my family does something super menial but it was still a big task because circumstances, like mowing the lawn after a long hard day at work, we cheer “Yay, Eric!!!” After the name of the bumbling idiot, from an improve murder mystery dinner theater performance, from 12 years ago.
This is suspiciously wholesome as fuck
I love this
I live near a restaurant that has a sign on the side of the building that shows a zoomed in pair of eyes. Below the eyes it says “Fine, dine here!” as if the sign is just being passive aggressive and your patronage to the restaurant is really a nuisance. It’s so dumb, but every time I see it I can’t help but giggle!
I used to live near a road that was called “Old Fort Rd”. It was near the highway and one time, this person added a line to the exit sign with white tape so it said “Old Fart Rd.” My wife and I always got a good laugh out of that.
I once saw a road sign that was supposed to say Putt Corners but someone painted it to say Butt Corners. Which is amazing because butts don’t have corners.
Except SpongeBob SquarePants
Every time I’m reminded of the Duke of Wellington with a cone on his head I chuckle to myself. It’s so dumb. But so brilliant. If only he knew what his legacy would be.
Back in uni, my colleagues and I had something we called “default mode” – the idea that all technology had an inherent desire to kill all humans or otherwise be as destructive to life and property as possible. “Default mode” had to be actively prevented by careful engineering – e.g. all devices are assumed to be maximally harmful until you engineer them to be otherwise with a high degree of confidence.
We also had something we called “destructive optimization”. This was essentially the elimination of an object that was so poorly fitted to it’s purpose that it made it actively harder to do the intended thing. So, like smashing a tool that is so bad, that the task is easier to accomplish without it. Often, these tools would be inherited from graduating grad students on the instruction of a well-meaning supervisor. For example an overly complex and poorly documented robotic arm that has weird bugs inherent to the design, iterated on a dozen times – less work to redo than fix!
The terms are best used in tandem, e.g. “it entered default mode, and had to be destructively optimized”.
Nearly two decades later, I still think in these terms and laugh about it (while also taking them seriously). I now own an engineering company. My focus is still firmly on preventing “default mode”. I also make OK money “destructively optimizing” software tools sometimes.
TIL the default mode is my default mode
Yeah human beings are pretty good at default mode :(
Often, I think our machines contain the best of us. Maybe that’s the real reason people seem afraid of AI.
That gave me a chuckle. I‘d probably work with you. :)
Ya terminated!
Whenever my friends or I point to the sky after sitting in a chair in a McDonald’s on the second Saturday of the month while wearing a purple shirt. We just start cracking up until the manager comes out and tells us to leave.
Why?
You won’t get it, it’s an inside joke.
But I am inside. I haven’t gone outside all day. 😭
Ur mom’s insides are joke
Ur mom made you. Ain’t no bigger joke.
This needs a movie adaptation
When I was a kid, my family would sometimes go to one of those Ryan’s Steakhouse restaurants. Their slogan was, “Where the folks are friendly.” This slogan was on the front door with those decal letters.
At the one we went to, though, someone pulled off an “R” from that slogan, so it read, “Where the folks are fiendly”, and that always gave me a smile as a kid.
Someone with a giant feather.
Therapist Joe says 1001 lbs of feathers weighs more than 1000 lbs of concrete
Does your definition of “stupid thing” applies to tickling itself?