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Did you know that April was National Humor Month? Neither did I, but it is true. National Humor month was founded in 1976 by author and humorist Larry Wilde.
I love humor. I love laughing. I don't even care if I get laugh lines, when I am laughing I am having fun. Nothing would make me happier than a real life ROFLcopter or to actually witness somebody laughing their ass off - wait, that wouldn't be funny at all. That would be disgusting. I would like to retract that last thing, but the sentiment remains true. I love comedy and I have a deep fondness for laughter.
The trick here is that humor doesn't always come easy. A lot of people try to be funny and fail. Like the last words of Sir Donald Wolfit: "Dying is easy, comedy is hard."
I've never tried dying, so I cannot verify the first part, but I can certainly attest that writing comedy can be tough. How can a writer possibly know what will be funny to other people? How can we type something so that the reader will have the correct phrasing in their mind when reading it?
What if I think it is funny and everybody else just thinks I am a stupid asshole?
I'm sure that happens to me more than I would like to admit. Fortunately for you guys there are much funnier women writing funny blog posts every single day. Postcards From Yo Momma makes me laugh on a regular basis, KDiddy's Big Love recaps on MamaPop are funny even if you don't watch "Big Love", and everybody loves The Bloggess.
For you laughing pleasure, I have assembled 10 absolutely hysterical posts written by funny women. Enjoy.
10) We Do More to Embarrass Ourselves By 10:00 am Than Most People Do All Day - Stimeyland - Full disclosure: Stimey is my friend in real life, but the reason is this: she cracks my shit up every time I see her. She is equally funny in real life and she is constantly writing things like this:
I imagine that I was having a blood sugar reaction. I have hypoglycemia (and, yes, I know everyone has hypo-fucking-glycemia, but I was actually tested for and diagnosed with it) and hadn't eaten that morning. I think that combined with the unexpected stair climb and that horrible room that seemed to be situated INSIDE THE FUCKING SUN took me down.
...and her visit to the doctor gets worse after that.
9) Been spendin' most my life, ridin' on a gangsta's motorized stair seat - Steam Me Up, Kid - If that title didn't make you laugh, this probably will.
I will drink anything if it has a cherry or some kind of fruit or accessory in/hanging off the glass. You know those plastic monkeys that hang by their tails off the rim? Done. You could fill a martini glass up with phlegm and kitty litter and hang a monkey off the glass and maybe an umbrella, and I'd be all, "Holy crap is this a party or what? This drink sure tastes like vacation!"
8) The Pleasure Hunt - Wrestling With Retirement - On Eva's search for the elusive G-spot.
All this debate aroused my curiosity, so, parking my bare butt on a mirror, flashlight in hand, I decided to do some research of my own. With one leg behind my ear, having cleared away the cobwebs, I perused the, ah, territory and confess I found no letters of the alphabet in residence in my hoo-hah. Granted, I wear bifocals; I might have missed it. It's possible that it shriveled up and fell out due to inactivity. Or, the Brits could be right, and there never was one.
7) Words With Friends, Cocktail Edition - Deb on the Rocks - Best line ever:
Texas is the zipper on Satan’s parachute pants.
Deb is one of my favorite bloggers and one of my favorite people. She is also the reason I know what the word sigil means. No, really. I had to look it up after reading this post.
So apparently everyone knows what the mysterious sigil thing is, and apparently it’s a conspiracy against me (AS MOST THINGS ARE) and I feel like I’m watching Mulholland Drive for the first time and everyone else but me understands why tiny old people are line-dancing in a sandwich bag. Whatever. At least it’s a great ‘S” hinge word to use to build off
