I’m curious… is there something about the psych related professions that encourages punning? I had a psychology professor, and he punned just like you.
I would be afraid of the same thing happening to my mom, but she’s immune to humor.
That may be true, although I’ve not seen any research on it. But as a psychotherapist, you have to be aware of multiple levels of meaning to get beyond the surface content. Therefore those of us who do clinical work for decades probably have a tendency to reorder statements in our heads, and of course the easiest reordering is to find puns.
Of course what I meant is survive IN this world. But yes, I think dying laughing is one of the better ways to go. And I think this site just might be the death of me yet!
I had a dentist who missed the gum with the novocaine needle and hit the tongue. (True story!) And ever since, I have been unable to speak French! Of course, I couldn’t speak French before that, either…
The same dentist who shot my tongue full of novocaine also managed to give me an abscess as he removed a wisdom tooth, causing my jaw to swell up to the size of a softball. Now THAT’s no fun at all!
Damn I’m getting old. It was just yesterday it was the 2th. In a flash, it’ll already be the 4st.
Young’ns, when you hit a certain age, everything starts to speed up, blur together, and you can’t remember a damn thing. And it happens without the alcohol or drugs. Sucks the moose-meat, most definitely. *sigh*
I have always been interested in people’s sense of the rate that time passes and actually hoped to do some research on that, but so far never have. It is universally reported that as we get older, time seems to go faster and faster. There is, though, one thing that seems to slow it down, and that is having children.
Not to long ago I watched a program on this very thing on the Science Channel. The series was called, appropriately enough, “Time” and the specific episode was “Counting Minutes” (I did have to look this up- my memory’s good but not that damn good). Theoretical physicist Michio Kaku is/was the host. The quick answer to your question is “yes”. The experiment they did on the program was to go out onto city streets and stop people of all ages and get them to count out a minute, or what they thought was a minute. Younger people on average counted out a minute that was a few seconds faster than an actual minute, older people were a few seconds slower. I think this particular video is available on the Science Channel website. This series deals with how time works as defined by Einstein and Relativity. Very interesting. Plus, I’ve noticed unfortunately, that Major Depression also slows thing down, and when the illness kicks in it gives me insight into how it must be for someone twice my age- frustrating would be a good word. Something that used to take you 15 minutes to do takes you an hour and a half…. frustrating, discouraging, and doesn’t help the depression.
Not to make light of an affliction I don’t suffer from, but at least you can hang in there till it passes. Us dinosaurs can only hang in there until we pass!
Double bind here, though. If I’m not quite dinosaur yet, I’m getting to Saber tooth tiger or Wooly Mammoth territory, so it’s kinda like I’ll be cutting it close. It’s either it or me. Though, of course, I do tend to have a real positive outlook on things.
I’ve noticed that too, of course, and I wonder if it’s a matter of proportion? When you are say, five years old, a year is one fifth of your life and consequently you perceive it to be a very long time. When you are fifty, it’s one tenth of your life and so it seems to go a lot faster. About the only thing I’ve found to slow my perception of time down is to be very mindful of what I do, and take care to pay close attention to everything going on around me. That helps to some extent but not totally.
That was actually my initial hypothesis, that the rate of apparent time passage was directly proportional to the age of the subject. However, having accumulated quite a few years now, I think that it may be proportional to the square of the age, so that for a 20-year-old, time passes FOUR times faster than a 10-year-old.
That’s a hard one (as the actress said to the Bishop). “Fruit flies when the time is ripe” doesn’t seem to work.
Anyone who gets fun out of timing flies probably needs to have fruit thrown at them, if only to add zest to their life.
I sense another pun run……
When in grad school (got my doctorate in ‘91) I used the old Unix program called pic to generate simple diagrams. You could label objects as 1st, 2nd, 3rd and so forth and then specify lines or arcs or whatnot to be drawn between them. Pic was written so that it didn’t (probably still doesn’t) care about the suffixes, so I usually used 1th, 2th, 3nd, 4st and so on. Oneth, twoth, threend…
1th
2th
3th
I’m the 3th caller. Do I win a surprise?
Yes! Sir Prize will be in touch shortly.
What will he be touching?
And will he sniff his hand afterwards?
What ever Sir Prize does, it will be a surprise!
10th
fail
The threeth, obviously, is the one after the tooth.
I’m curious… is there something about the psych related professions that encourages punning? I had a psychology professor, and he punned just like you.
I would be afraid of the same thing happening to my mom, but she’s immune to humor.
That may be true, although I’ve not seen any research on it. But as a psychotherapist, you have to be aware of multiple levels of meaning to get beyond the surface content. Therefore those of us who do clinical work for decades probably have a tendency to reorder statements in our heads, and of course the easiest reordering is to find puns.
P.S. I don’t know how anybody survives this world without humor!
I know none of us will survive this world, but I aim to die laughing.
Of course what I meant is survive IN this world. But yes, I think dying laughing is one of the better ways to go. And I think this site just might be the death of me yet!
speak for yourself, i’m gonna tear right through this chicken-s**t consensus reality and go to as many worlds as i damn well please
That’s the spirit! Unfettered awareness can go wherever it pleases.
Mmmmm….time FRIES.
This time, I want BBQ sauce with my fries.
I think it only comes with Teriyaki.
“Time fries like an arrow…fruit fries like a banana.”
I was afried someone would say that….
So, does that count as a pun, or is it a humourous juxtaposition of disparate ideas? I’ll have to think about that one…
There’ll be a special performance by Athreetha Franklin.
Now that we’ve reached our 3th Anniversary, we’re going to sally fourd!
I don’t like time fries…they don’t get soggy, true. But they go on forever D:
I’ve eaten some fries that went on forever.
Oh dear, they kept repeating on you?
You never go back for seconds, or you’ll end up in a days.
Well, seconds would be okay, but definitely DON’T go back for 3ths.
Can’t resist! Feeling… week! Gah!
Sorry to year that.
HORRRAAAYYY!
Because, I missed the 2th!
Everyone told me it was fun. :[
I went to a dentist who missed the 2th and hit the gum. I didn’t mind, because I’d finished chewing it anyway.
I had a dentist who missed the gum with the novocaine needle and hit the tongue. (True story!) And ever since, I have been unable to speak French! Of course, I couldn’t speak French before that, either…
lol
*winces* I just had my wisdom teeth removed. NOT FUN.
The same dentist who shot my tongue full of novocaine also managed to give me an abscess as he removed a wisdom tooth, causing my jaw to swell up to the size of a softball. Now THAT’s no fun at all!
Damn I’m getting old. It was just yesterday it was the 2th. In a flash, it’ll already be the 4st.
Young’ns, when you hit a certain age, everything starts to speed up, blur together, and you can’t remember a damn thing. And it happens without the alcohol or drugs. Sucks the moose-meat, most definitely. *sigh*
May the 4st be with you.
*clonk with excessive 4th*
I don’t like being 4st. I prefer 3 will.
*clonk with appropriate 4th*
I have always been interested in people’s sense of the rate that time passes and actually hoped to do some research on that, but so far never have. It is universally reported that as we get older, time seems to go faster and faster. There is, though, one thing that seems to slow it down, and that is having children.
Not to long ago I watched a program on this very thing on the Science Channel. The series was called, appropriately enough, “Time” and the specific episode was “Counting Minutes” (I did have to look this up- my memory’s good but not that damn good). Theoretical physicist Michio Kaku is/was the host. The quick answer to your question is “yes”. The experiment they did on the program was to go out onto city streets and stop people of all ages and get them to count out a minute, or what they thought was a minute. Younger people on average counted out a minute that was a few seconds faster than an actual minute, older people were a few seconds slower. I think this particular video is available on the Science Channel website. This series deals with how time works as defined by Einstein and Relativity. Very interesting. Plus, I’ve noticed unfortunately, that Major Depression also slows thing down, and when the illness kicks in it gives me insight into how it must be for someone twice my age- frustrating would be a good word. Something that used to take you 15 minutes to do takes you an hour and a half…. frustrating, discouraging, and doesn’t help the depression.
Amen to the depression thing.
Murr
Not to make light of an affliction I don’t suffer from, but at least you can hang in there till it passes. Us dinosaurs can only hang in there until we pass!
Double bind here, though. If I’m not quite dinosaur yet, I’m getting to Saber tooth tiger or Wooly Mammoth territory, so it’s kinda like I’ll be cutting it close. It’s either it or me. Though, of course, I do tend to have a real positive outlook on things.
I’ve noticed that too, of course, and I wonder if it’s a matter of proportion? When you are say, five years old, a year is one fifth of your life and consequently you perceive it to be a very long time. When you are fifty, it’s one tenth of your life and so it seems to go a lot faster. About the only thing I’ve found to slow my perception of time down is to be very mindful of what I do, and take care to pay close attention to everything going on around me. That helps to some extent but not totally.
That was actually my initial hypothesis, that the rate of apparent time passage was directly proportional to the age of the subject. However, having accumulated quite a few years now, I think that it may be proportional to the square of the age, so that for a 20-year-old, time passes FOUR times faster than a 10-year-old.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Fruit flies when you throw it at someone.
…
I’m going to have to work on that one, aren’t I?
That’s a hard one (as the actress said to the Bishop). “Fruit flies when the time is ripe” doesn’t seem to work.
Anyone who gets fun out of timing flies probably needs to have fruit thrown at them, if only to add zest to their life.
I sense another pun run……
Pop flies if your father is a pilot.
Blow flies if you’re really kinky.
Button flies if you breathe whilst wearing too-tight trousers.
When i try to sound it out it sounds like something obscene
thirth.
When I try to say it, I spray all over the monitor.
That shows you’re not thirthty.
Oh no, I’m much older than that…
I don’t seem to get thirthty so much now that I’m in my fifth Ds.
congrats
I’m not gonna bovva with the 3th. I’ll wait until the 4rd or even the 5st before I start celebrating!
i cant wait till the 10rd!
I love Tennerd Skennerd, too!
I tink he meant it to be pronounced “terd”. I personally, ain’t into coprophilia, but ta each his own.
Does give a different meaning, however, to “Ooh, That Smell!”
On the other hand, maybe he’s waiting for the Lord.
When in grad school (got my doctorate in ‘91) I used the old Unix program called pic to generate simple diagrams. You could label objects as 1st, 2nd, 3rd and so forth and then specify lines or arcs or whatnot to be drawn between them. Pic was written so that it didn’t (probably still doesn’t) care about the suffixes, so I usually used 1th, 2th, 3nd, 4st and so on. Oneth, twoth, threend…
At least they spelled, “celebration” correctly!! Or, “cereblation” as they would say it …
Of course 3th comes after tooth!