On Humor, Part 1
I think I have a pretty good sense of humour. My wife tends to disagree. I have a weakness for really dumb gags. I mean really dumb. The dumber the better. Dumb as in this and this, and especially this. My wife is a very patient woman. Also, that last link will never not be funny.
Of course, dumb humour is not my only jam when it comes to humour. I love puns which, contrary to popular opinion, are not the lowest form of humour, but are extremely high. Shakespeare, the greatest writer in our language, loved them too and littered his plays with them.
So, by the way, did our Lord Jesus Christ. That’s why our first Pope was punningly renamed “Peter” (Rock) and told that upon this Rock Jesus would build his Church. Puns are language at play and are often breathtakingly ingenious, which is their great pleasure. They are linguistic acrobatics and, when two or more punsters are gathered together, linguistic swordplay or dance is in the midst of them. I will love them till the day I die, unless I am killed while making Easter eggs, in which case I will love them till the day I dye.