Thursday, October 28, 2004

Why Deep Thoughts?

I keep gettings asked this question. I also keep being told "Dude, you are so arrogant, I mean, Deep Thoughts, really...". I figured it's best if I finally tell everyone why I use the title "Deep Thoughts". I like Jack Handy (I though it was obvious).

There, now you know. so shut the f--- up.

"The difference between a man and a boy is, a boy wants to grow up to be a fireman, but a man wants to grow up to be a giant monster fireman." -Jack Handy

oh, oh, try this one, Deep Thought, not by Jack Handy. Now that you have got me started, you are going to regret it.

oh, and passthebread, don't follow the links, its humor, you won't get it.

10 comments:

Candy Girl said...
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Candy Girl said...

I have never clicked the little trash can before, so I did just to see what would happen. Kind of interesting to verbalize your thoughts and then destroy them with a simple click. It would have taken much longer to destroy with a pink pearl what had been created using a #2. Ain't the information age grand!

Exactly what is arrogant about identifying with and/or admiring humor? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery so they say. But I don't see a lot of Jack Handy hallmarks floating around in this blog - no self-deprecation, no disjuncted thoughts strung together and carelessly followed to their illogical conclusion, no ridiculous suggestions masquerading as plain old common sense. And only one link to any original Handy. You're an original Mojoey, for good or bad.

Anonymous said...

Hi there!

This is Leslie. When I was a kid there was this Jack Handy Deep Thought that I thought was the funniest thing in the world. It wasn't on the site you gave a link to but I found it somewhere else. It's kind of long...

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first-" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer dog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that, I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with drugs, I like to tell him this story.

passthebread said...

I did follow the links. BUT I don't get it???

Abacquer said...

Hi there. I love Jack Handy, so nice to find another atheist who does too! :-)

My favorite Handy quote is:
"If you drop your keys into boiling lava, let them go, because man, they're gone."

I too have an atheist blog! So glad I found yours. I'm going to drop you in my Google Reader for a bit. Keep up the good work!

Murky Thoughts said...

Oh, come on--you know really it's because all the cool "[fill-in-the-blank] Thoughts" blog titles were already taken. In too late is in too deep.

Actually, "[fill-in-the-blank] Thoughts" would be pretty cool. Somebody's gonna owe me big for that one.

A said...

I thought it was a Douglas Adams Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy reference..

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry, perhaps I lack perceptivity, but what did that bit about the goldne hammer and beating on a fence mean? I haven't a clue.

Thambos

humanitarikim said...

I love Jack Handy quotes, too. Funny stuff!

Anonymous said...

Hahaha...Jack Handy is the first thing I thought of when I saw "Deep thoughts" as your title. Love him: "I'm good enough, smart enought, and gosh darnit, people like me! :) My favorite SNL skit.