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A Call For Humor!

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And if those philosophers don't like it, they can go on strike!

My friend and I went to college orientation. The college guide was saying "We have work study programs for any degree you can think of. Someone name a degree.".

My friend raised his hand and when called on said "Philosophy.".

The guide was at a loss for words.
 
Oh, no! That would bring down society as we know it!
We have second rewriting of two of authors as a pillar of formal logic that's in use up to date (Aristotel Categories). Problematic remains the same (need for more pragmatic inductive approach) and technical and empirical people tend to understand that the worst. Scientific progress is when you encounter anomaly and successfully explain it using facts. Ignoring it because it doesn't go well with what you want to achieve doesn't help. There will never be a compleat closed system not even with AI (as the same thing applies).
 
For fans of shellac discs (if you can stand the subversive desire to destroy!).

Karl Valentin & Liesl Karlstadt | Im Schallplattenladen, 1934 (In the record shop):

The two speak Bavarian colored German, but there are English subtitles.
 
A good friend of mine, knowing my humourous proclivities, one day said to me, out of the blue: "Hey! You know... I belong to a joke telling club. I'll bet you'd really enjoy it! We meet on Tuesday evenings at 7 pm. Wanna come to the next one?"
Since it sounded like fun (and since I know a funny story or two), I said "sure, why not?"
The next Tuesday found us in the small back function room of a local pub up in Hanover, NH. A surprisingly diverse group of people, mostly men, were gathered, quaffing beer and chatting. At 7 on the dot, they started. Someone asked for a volunteer to start. A rather academic looking fellow stood up and said "74".
The room erupted in chortles of laughter.
Another guy leapt to his feet and gleefully called out "23!"
Hysteria followed.
This went on for several minutes.
I leaned over to my colleague and said quietly. "I don't get it! What's going on here?"
He said, "Well, you know, there are so many good jokes, and so little time, so we compiled a numbered list of jokes. Over the years, we've memorized them, so we can save time and focus on the humor by simply calling out the number of the joke."
"Ahh, I see".
I can do this, I figured. When there was a brief lull, I stood up confidently and said "51".
Dead silence.
I sat down, dejected.
"I don't understand..." said I to my chum.
He sighed. "Well... some people just can't tell a joke."

[PS By the way - I think the one above is #162]
 
A good friend of mine, knowing my humourous proclivities, one day said to me, out of the blue: "Hey! You know... I belong to a joke telling club. I'll bet you'd really enjoy it! We meet on Tuesday evenings at 7 pm. Wanna come to the next one?"
Since it sounded like fun (and since I know a funny story or two), I said "sure, why not?"
The next Tuesday found us in the small back function room of a local pub up in Hanover, NH. A surprisingly diverse group of people, mostly men, were gathered, quaffing beer and chatting. At 7 on the dot, they started. Someone asked for a volunteer to start. A rather academic looking fellow stood up and said "74".
The room erupted in chortles of laughter.
Another guy leapt to his feet and gleefully called out "23!"
Hysteria followed.
This went on for several minutes.
I leaned over to my colleague and said quietly. "I don't get it! What's going on here?"
He said, "Well, you know, there are so many good jokes, and so little time, so we compiled a numbered list of jokes. Over the years, we've memorized them, so we can save time and focus on the humor by simply calling out the number of the joke."
"Ahh, I see".
I can do this, I figured. When there was a brief lull, I stood up confidently and said "51".
Dead silence.
I sat down, dejected.
"I don't understand..." said I to my chum.
He sighed. "Well... some people just can't tell a joke."

[PS By the way - I think the one above is #162]
I know a different ending.

After a few numbers had been told someone said "135" and then one of the others couldn't stop laughing. When he finally finished he was asked why he had laughed so hard. After whiping his tears off he said: "That was a new one".
 
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