Gerry Seinfeld is rolling over in his grave – or, he would be, if he were dead, and if he reads this, he might be.
There are times when comedy, or other facets of life, depend on precision. Jerry was/is a precisionist. He replaced a generic ‘dog’, with a ‘German Shepherd,’ in a joke about a blind skydiver, and killed. He and a friend argued for an hour, about whether to use ‘a’ or ‘the’ in a joke.
Just as often though, it is necessary for the joke-teller to rely on the listener’s imagination. Sometimes, precision can kill the humor.
Recently, while plagiarizing researching jokes for my comedy posts, I ran into the old classic about a couple making out in a car. When the male asks the female if she’d like to get into the back seat, the Blonde wails that she’d rather stay in the front with him.
The Blonde lady who posted it, took the time and trouble to rewrite it, and place the amorous couple in a CORVETTE. Ever the pedantic buzzkill, I reminded her that unlike the sports car Thunderbird, which morphed into a gigantic land-yacht, Corvettes never had a back seat.
I got back a grumpy (and I’m an expert on grumpy), “Well, maybe it was a BWM then.” Maybe it was, but why did you feel the need to be specific – and wrong? Why not just use the generic ‘car,’ the way every other joke-teller does, and let the readers’ imaginations supply their own. I could imagine a 1928 Essex, because a man in my home-town turned one into a French fry wagon.
Today’s rant about Nothing, is brought to you because I couldn’t imagine a theme for last week’s 100-word Flash Fiction, I didn’t have a WOW composed and ready, and I published a comedy post out of sequence.
I’d like to blame exposure to Donald Trump, during our week-long visit to DC. Our Osteopath claims that our trip was a success. Trump was quiet all the time that we were there, but that was because he was too busy playing golf in Florida. My digestion and my blog-site are all regular again. Please stop back soon, so that I can prove it…. the blogging – not the digestion. Ew, Ew, Ew. 😯