Love Letter - To A Wreath

Filed under: Humor and Entertainment — S December 18, 2006 @ 9:07 am

Merry Christmas to you!! Did I actually use the word Christmas? Are you offended? (For more on being offended during the holiday season, please read my article entitled Being Politically Correct During The Holidays)!!

Today, since THE holiday is nearing, and I have so much to do (presents to make, wrap, send, etc.) and so little time to write, I figured this would be a GREAT time to start my Love Letter series.

I used to write an article for a local newspaper called Love Letters from S. Frank Stringham. I would write love letters, complete with a love poem (limerick), to inanimate objects.

Since it’s Christmastime, I’ll start with a love letter to a wreath.

    Love Letters from S. Frank Stringham

    To A Wreath

    My Dearest Holly,

    First of all, before I start to pine away about how proud I am to be your beau, and before you spruce yourself up, I just want to tell you that I love your cones. I know that you might take that all wrong, but don’t let your insides get into a knot, ‘cause I’m just needling you.

    You are so beautiful…even when you’re just decked out in the halls. I may be going out on a limb when I say this, but when the lights are on you just right and we’re near a warm, comfortable fire, I love you with all my hearth.

    I admit that I saw you get green with envy when I started singing with Carol, or when I began to drink with Brandy and Sherry (the hot Toddy twins), or even when I was collecting for Charity, but be-leave me, when I’m under the mistletoe…you’re the one that I want to hook up with.

    I love to see you adorned with your colorful apparel…it’s amazing to me that you can branch out and wear anything, from your flashing sequins to your western wear (complete with spurs). I especially love it when you greet me with bells on…talk about making me go dingy…and I’m not just ribbon you either.

    When you’re around me, I start to feel real tingly. Your perfume reminds me of the first time we met in the woods and when I first held you…I remember how sappy we got together.

    My deep-rooted love for you will last till Father Time comes to take you away.

    And now a poem that suckles, honey.

    A Ring of Fir
    When people first see you, I vow
    They raise an admiring brow
    You’re a pretty green vine
    Like a round porcupine
    So just smile and then take a bough.

    I love you; hang around for the holidays, O.K.?

    Love, S. Frank Stringham

How To Laugh

Filed under: Humor Skills — S December 11, 2006 @ 10:56 am

A doctor, an architect, and a lawyer were sitting around one day arguing about “what was the first occupation ever?”
The doctor says, “God took a rib from Adam and created Eve…that was a surgery. So doctor was the first occupation.”
The architect says, “But before that, he created the world out of chaos…so architect was the first occupation.”
“Ahhh,” chimed in the lawyer, “who do you think created the chaos?”

Unless you’re an attorney with no sense of humor, this is a very funny joke. I have used it many times to open seminars, workshops, and other speaking events…though I only use it when I can tie it in with the subject or group that I am addressing (a future article).

When you read the joke, did you laugh, smile, shrug and nod your head, or did you do nothing? Maybe to you, it was a “groaner”…or perhaps you didn’t even get it.

I hope you laughed…you needed it.

We all need to laugh.

A colleague of mine, Karen Dougherty, recently wrote a brief article about laughter (Laughter is Good Therapy). She mentioned a couple of statistics about laughter:
-The average adult laughs about 15 times per day
-The average preschooler laughs about 400 times per day.

What happened to us? That means, as adults, we laugh (oh great, don’t make me do the math) 96.25 % less than we did when we were kids. That’s outrageous!! We’ve got to snap out of it!!

Wait a minute…a thought just occurred to me. What if we just forgot how to laugh?

Besides a couple of the Star Wars movies, George Lucas wrote one of the most entertaining movies that I have ever seen. (I bet you never thought you’d read that line, did you?) It is called “Radioland Murders.”

It has everything in it, mystery, intrigue, romance, music (it is not a musical, though it has a lot of singing in it), and, oh yeah, it’s a comedy through and through.

I bring it up for a couple of reasons…

    1) I have mentioned in previous articles that there are different levels of humor. This movie is way up there in the “smart” humor area. This movie didn’t make it in the “real” world because the pace is too fast and the humor is quick and, sometimes, too subtle (although there are some great slapstick scenes) for the regular “Joe.” I don’t know if you know this, but in order to appeal to the masses, most forms of entertainment are geared toward an 8th grade level of intelligence…or less. I saw this movie with two friends (they sat on either side of me in the movie theater). I was smiling, laughing, and being thoroughly entertained during the whole movie. Afterwards, I mentioned how entertaining and funny the movie was and my friends told me that they didn’t think so. I was baffled…they didn’t get it. It turns out that I didn’t get it either. The first time I saw the movie (by the way, it’s got an all star cast), there were so many things that I missed. Of course, I bought it and I watch it quite often. Every time I do, I see something new and I laugh all the time…still.

    2) There is a scene in “Radioland Murders” where a tightly wound, stick-in-the-mud sponsor (Brion James) is watching the radio show from his own personal booth…scrutinizing…scrutinizing… Clearly this character has never laughed a day in his life. Then, in an attempt to end his life, the killer pumps “laughing gas” into the booth. He, the sponsor, smiles…catches himself, back to the grimace. A little giggle…he is shocked at himself…grimace. Laugh out loud…and now he can’t stop. Witnesses watching this scenario say he must have had a lot of “stored up” laughter inside of him.

That’s where I think a lot of us are…we have laughter stuck inside of us waiting to get out.

Just so you know, when I say “us” and “we,” I’m not really talking about me (I have never been accused of not laughing enough)…I’m talking about humanity in general.

I am the happiest man in the world. Part of that belongs to the fact that I laugh a lot. I’m not afraid to let it out. I don’t care what others think of me. So there it is…the first rule of laughing…

Forget Peer Pressure – Be Secure With Yourself
One of the reasons people don’t laugh is that they are afraid of what others might think of them. “What if they think that what I laughed at is stupid? Then they’ll think that I’m stupid.” So what if they think your stupid? When those people are leading miserable lives and dying at an age much younger than you, who do you think is going to be considered the stupid one?
This is a trap that teens find themselves in constantly. I see it all the time when I’m doing a show at a school. It takes a while for me to get them warmed up into a laughing mode because they want to make sure they’re not the only one laughing. When they see the well-adjusted kids laughing at me, then they start to join in. There has only been one exception to this. I performed at a high school for gifted kids and they laughed from the get-go. They weren’t worried about peer pressure. They were secure with themselves.

The second rule to laughter is this:

Don’t Suppress the Laughter – Let It Out
There have only been a couple of times that I didn’t obey this rule…and one of those times was at a funeral.
This “rule of laughter” is pretty self-explanatory…don’t squelch it. If something strikes your funny bone, laugh…laugh out loud…laugh for as long as you need to…laugh!! Does this ever happen to you…you see something that is really funny and you try to hold in the laughter and because the force of the laugh is too strong, you spray nose mucus all over the place. If that happens to you…especially if it happens to you a lot, then you are trying to suppress the laughter. Stop it!! Enjoy the moment!!

Start Little…Then Let It Grow
If you really have to work at it, that’s all right!! Practice laughing!! Start with a snicker (teehee)…then do a snicker and a giggle (teehee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee). Now do a muffled guffaw (Ha!)…do 5 of those in a row (Ha!, Ha!, Ha!, Ha!, Ha!). You should be doing these in front of a mirror so you can see yourself and laugh at yourself laughing. Practice, practice, practice!!

Develop Your Own Style of Laughter
Some people aren’t happy with their laugh…the way it sounds, the way it carries, the way it comes out of their mouth. You can change it…but you have to be aware (not beware…just be aware). There have been a few times in my life that I started laughing differently. One time was because it was the fad (oops, you caught me…oh well…at least when I give into peer pressure, it’s the kind that dictates HOW I laugh and not IF I laugh). Another instance, I had accidentally laughed a certain way (a way that I didn’t usually laugh) and a girl who I liked said it was cute…so I made it a point to laugh that way all the time (what we men won’t do for a woman). Now…I just laugh how and when and where I like. Sometimes I’ll think of that scene in Mary Poppins where Uncle Alfred sings about loving to laugh (if you haven’t seen it or if you haven’t seen if for a while…I highly recommend it. He sings about a lot of different ways to laugh).

There’s a lot more to laughing, but for now…go and experiment! See how much you are laughing…then do everything in your power to double it…then double it again!!

You’re life will be higher, happier, and healthier!!

Ha…haha…hahahahaha…ho ho hee hee haha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Being Politically Correct During the Holidays

Filed under: Humor and Entertainment — S December 4, 2006 @ 7:06 am

Happy Kwanukkmas…or not!!

A friend of mine works for a transit authority driving a train (the kind where vagrants and businessmen can co-mingle for a few miles). Last year, as he was ending the shift before his holiday vacation (2 weeks in sunny Cleveland), he got on the loud speaker and wished everybody a Merry Christmas. He got in trouble for doing this. Someone on the train complained.

WHAT!!?

Let’s try to analyze the absurdity of this event…

First of all, we live in a free country where we have the right to say what we want, be what we want, worship what we want, and order what we want and then super-size it.

So should I be offended if somebody tells me Happy Kwanzaa…or Happy Hanukkah…or Happy-Go-Lucky (those darned Irish)?

What if I was an atheist? Should I go around and say “Happy Nothing To You”…(or would it be “Merry Nothing…”)?

I’m not slamming anybody’s religion…or non-religion (I don’t slam…I SLAP {Click here to read what I mean}). I’m just offended by people’s “offendedness.”

I have an idea, let’s go rewrite the constitution so that if you wish someone a Merry Christmas, you’ll get fired from your job and thrown into prison…but only if you mean it.

Greeting card companies are going to have to watch what they say in their cards…

Greeting Cards:
“Best Wishes” – I don’t believe in Genies, this card is offensive…
“Happy Birthday” – I wasn’t born…my older brother said I was found under a rock.
“Get Well Soon” – I’m offended…why don’t you want me to get well NOW?
“Congratulations” – What?!! Too much pressure, too much pressure…!!
“Thank You” – Oh great!!…now I have to return the “thanks”…
“It’s A Boy” – Are you throwing into my face that this is a male-dominated society?
“You’re a bigoted, freedom-hating, get-offended-at-the-drop-of-a-hat, sniveling, nefarious, misogynist who loves the dark lord and eats shredded glass for breakfast” – this one is O.K.

It’s not just greeting cards you know…the media, in general, is in huge “politically correct” trouble.

Movies:
“Kingdom Come Can Wait”
“Superior Aristocrat of the Rings”
“Children of a Lesser Prophet-Like Being”
“Jack Donkey 2”
“The Nightmare Before A Special Holiday To Some People”
“Ernest Saves Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, and Christmas (Kwanukkmas)…Or Not”
“A Certain Celebrated Festival Day That Will Remain Anonymous Carol”
“How The Grinches Stole Christmas” (This one is actually about the people who I’m talkin’ about)

Television:
“Enemies-Challenged”
“Desperate Dwelling-Spouses”
“CSI: Your-ami”
“The Simpchildren”
“Non-Nationality Idol”
“Absorbent Float Equal-Sided Shape Pants”
“Self-Restraint and Etiquette” (can you get this one?)
“Ms.-vivor”
“No Particular Rank Hospital”

The trouble with political correctness is that you’re never quite sure what you need to be politically correct about…

For example:
What if African Americans are from France and not America…should we call them African Frenchies?
What if some White Anglo-Saxon Protestants (WASPs) come from Central Lebenon…do we call them CLASPs?
If a redneck passes third grade, do we still call him a redneck…or do we let him marry Hilary and preside over America?

It is very confusing…

Why can’t this just be the land of the free and the home of the brave…(although, actually, originally it was the home of the Indians…oops, I mean the Native Americans)?

I’ve got to go back to the television thing…

These people want to take all religious shows off the air and they want to strike the words “God” and “Christ” out of every televised event…UNLESS…the people on the shows are taking the name of the Lord in vain. Constantly, the writers, the actors, and the producers are putting shows on television where every other line is “Oh, my G**!!” How come they aren’t complaining about that? Why isn’t THAT politically incorrect?

Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh!!! (THUMP)

Sorry, I just fell off of my high horse.

Back to the holidays…

Nowadays, our kids have to watch what they sing in school during “the season:”

Songs:
“I Saw Mommy Kissing A Really Good Guy Clause”
“Rudolph, the Blue and Yellow-Challenged – Nosed Reindeer”
“O (this doesn’t mean we’re looking down on the other letters of the alphabet) Holy Night”
“Feliz Navaja Dado” (Rough translation…I Want To Wish You A Merry Jackknife Dice)

“Jingle Bells” now looks like this…

    We were hurrying and darting and a rushing
    Through the frozen drifts of H2O and tiny frozen particles of ice
    Positioned in an singular and solely individual equestrian
    Convertible and elevated sled
    While we traveled and we glided and we skimmed across the frozen earth and over plots and ranges camouflaged in white
    Jovial with giggling and tittering and snickering and chuckling the distance And duration of the journey.

    While we listened to the ringing and the clanging of the tiny chimes connected to the Filly, which was sauntering a bit
    Enlightened and elated and experiencing a happiness, with pleasure and enjoyment as the specified intent
    Ah, to be the entertained recipient and bearer of this pilgrimage while stars are Shining luminescent overhead
    Lyrically while crooning this melodious and musical refrain

    Tiny little metal chimes that tinkle with delight
    Tiny little metal chimes that tinkle with delight
    Tinkling and jangling while traveling the distance from beginning of our Caravan and ending at our destiny
    Gee, the primal ecstasy and pleasant joviality that permeates our essence and Intelligences while then
    Positioned in a singular and solely individual equestrian convertible and Elevated sled…you know I’m talkin’ ‘bout the

    Tiny little metal chimes that tinkle with delight
    Tiny little metal chimes that tinkle with delight
    Tinkling and jangling while traveling the distance from beginning of our Caravan and ending at our destiny
    Gee, the primal ecstasy and pleasant joviality that permeates our essence and Intelligences while then
    Positioned in a singular and solely individual equestrian convertible and Elevated sled.

That’s just crazy!! How do you make those words fit the music? I don’t know, but if you don’t want to be belittled by the bigheaded ogres who are watching and listening to every politically incorrect thing you say, you’d better do it!!

(sigh)…Happy Holidays…