Not Giving Up The Day Job

It’s very childish of me, but I’ve been gleaning an unhealthy amount of pleasure from [Karen][]’s situation in one particular way.

[karen]: http://uborka.nu/rise/

Being, as she is, nine minus epsilon months pregnant, if provoked to anything more than a slight giggle, the floodgates open and she tumbles down a painful and scrunch-faced slope to the valley of uncontrollable laughter. I don’t know whether it is because of hormones or some other factor, but that’s just the way it is.

I’ve been seeking to gain as much mileage as possible from this, by telling jokes that aren’t even particularly funny, just funny enough to cause the desired effect. After a certain amount of experience, you figure out where the relevant boundaries are.

And then, when she goes all red in the face and loses the ability to speak due to paralytic mirth, I do not find it hard to convince myself that I must be the funniest comedian in the world.

Which is nice, for a while.