HUMOR.007
7th in a series of posts to Religious Humor of
Compuserve's Religious Issues forum.
Subj: A Theoretical Physicist Section: Religious Humor [14]
From: JW Burgeson <SL5 14> 73531,1501 # 9591, * No Replies *
Perhaps my favorite physicist joke is the
theoretical physicist who was also a Christian.
His prayer, one day, was heard as follows:
"Dear Lord, forgive me the sin of arrogance. And, Lord,
by arrogance, I mean the following... ."
This joke may be found on page 15
of an exquisite book titled THE GOD PARTICLE, by
Leon Lederman. Houghton-Miffin, 1993. There are gems like this
on nearly every page.
Subj: Salieri's Prayer Section: Religious Humor [14]
In the movie, Amadeus, the composer, Wolfgang Mozart,
is portrayed, particularly in his younger years,
as someone whose fork had lost a couple of tines.
His rival, Salieri, has a line which is precious:
"Why, Oh Lord, did you encapsulate so transdendent
a composer in the body of an asshole?"
BTW -- have you ever heard any of Salieri's compositions? They
are quite -- sweet. They are -- OK. If Mozart had been
throttled at birth, he might have been moderately famous today.
It is only when you hear Mozart immediately after hearing
Salieri that you recognise the gulf between
competence and genius.
From: JW Burgeson <SL5 14> 73531,1501 # 9593, * No Replies *
This is a joke friend wife just pulled on me.
I'm playing the character of God in a three act play
at our Presbyterian church here in Austin. Our audience is
the members of the "Joy" class, about 15 to 25
mentally-challenged adults.
Last week, in Act 1, I (with my
trusty angel staff) created the earth. Tomorrow, in Act 2, I
will build the fauna & flora. Next Sunday, I am to create humanity!
But Monday I go into the hospital for heart tests. My wife just told our
other staff member she was concerned that I might not make it Monday.
"How," she said, "could I possibly tell the Joy class members that God was
dead!"
Nice to know I might be missed! <G>
Subj: Descartes Section: Religious Humor [14]
Not too many people know how Rene Descartes met his end.
Very sad story.
Seems he was at a party one night.
A friend asked him if he'd have a drink.
"I think not," ...
From: Sysop Bill Potts 76665,3265 # 9677, * No Replies *
Very good, Burgy -- the ultimate test of Cartesian logic.
Bill
(Not one to ever put Descartes before deshorse)
Subj: Calvin Section: Religious Humor [14]
From an ASA friend -- this gem:
I posted on my office door this recent cartoon of Calvin & Hobbes:
Calvin, looking at the night sky: "Look at the stars. The universe just
goes on and on forever!" Hobbes: "It kind of makes you wonder why man
considers himself such a big screaming deal." Calvin (inside, playing
computer game:) "That's why we stay inside with our appliances."
Subj: Liturgic Limericks Section: Religious Humor [14]
From: Granville Scott 70543,1770 # 10617, 1 Reply
A saint, named Drucilla of Hyde,
Once ate a bad apple, and died.
The apple fermented,
Inside the lamented,
Making cider inside her inside.
Subj: Liturgic Limericks Section: Religious Humor [14]
From: dave 76260,453 # 10630, * No Replies *
there once lived a Nazarene, Jesus
who spoke of the wisdom that frees us
some people disected
his words they'd collected
and wrote them all down to appease us
now everyone has a translation
of the Nazarene's great revelation
but a book is a book
and the closer you look
you'll discover the book's not salvation
for Christ didn't come just for scholars
nor those with connections or dollars
love God, those you meet,
and the man on the street
is as close to the kingdom as collars
there was an old hermit named dave
who lived by himself in a cave
this news reached the ears
of Ken Burns and his peers
and the PBS special's the rave
Subj: Liturgic Limericks Section: Religious Humor [14]
From: Granville Scott 70543,1770 # 11006, * No Replies *
Samson was strong, but a pinhead,
The Philestines wanted him dead,
He played bedroom games,
With one of their dames,
And wound up the Bible's first skinhead.
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HOW TO WRITE GOBBLEDEGOOK
1. Begin with a tautology (a statement so obvious the reader learns
nothing from your saying it):
Technical writers write manuals.
2. Cast the tautology in the passive voice (permits acts without
agency, thus escaping responsibility. The only voice of
gobbledegook):
Manuals are written by technical writers.
3. Substitute noun laden phrases for simple nouns, taking care to use
latinate words instead of anglo-norman:
Documentation providing instructions is written by personnel
functioning in the capacity of technical writers.
4. Substitute an abstract verb for the specific:
Documentation providing instructions is prepared by personnel
functioning in the capacity of technical writers.
5. Re-insert the specific verb, but expressed as a prepositional phrase:
Documentation providing instructions is prepared by means of
writing by personnel functioning in the capacity of technical
writers.
6. Embellish with meaningless adjectives (these are the ones that 'sound
good' and are subject to change over time):
Integrated documentation providing instructions of a detailed
and general nature is prepared by means of architected writing
by personnel functioning in the capacity of technical writers.
This was composed many years ago to demonstrate the linguistics of
bureauocracy.
COMPUTER TRIVIA QUIZ... Match the number with the answer
(1) If it is not there and you can see it
(2) If it is there and you can't see it
(3) If it is there and you can see it
(4) If it is not there and you can't see it
(a) it's gone
(b) it's real
(c) it's virtual
(d) it's transparent
To: Wild ducks everywhere Date: 23-Jun-95 14:47
QUACK
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Wild Duck --> *KCAUQ*
lunatic fringe --> %HONK%
#Cockadoodledoo# <--- beyond the fringe, (totally quackers)
Subj: The One bullet Manager Section: Religious Humor [14]
To: Managers everywhere Date: 23-Jun-95 14:47
I picked this gem up many years ago (1989)
from an IBM colleague -- written when the
"One Minute manager" concept was getting so much press. It speaks of
nine "books;" this is the only one I've ever seen.
The One-Bullet Manager
Fourth in the Rampant House series of self-help books.
Book 1. I'm OK, You're DOA
Book 2. Winning Through Annihilation
Book 3. What Color Are Your Guts?
Book 4. The One-Bullet Manager
Book 5. Intimidation; The Key to a Successful Relationship
Book 6. Winner is All; Attila, Napoleon, Hitler, Hussein
Book 7. The Myth of the Peace-seekers
Book 8. Being Loved Isn't Everything; Its Nothing!
Book 9. Keeping Your Family in Line
Diogenes, despairing of the quest for an honest person,
determined to search for the ideal manager. His journey took him
to military war rooms, to corporation board rooms, to the seats
of governmental powers, yes -- even to the Vatican! He met with
"hard nosed results-oriented" managers, with "participative
managers, with leaders who espoused theories of "X," "Y" and
alphabet soup. Some were kind and good. Others were mean and
evil. One was kind and evil! All succeeded for a time, but then
stumbled and fell as events overtook them. Diogenes was
discouraged.
One day there came to Diogenes a report of a manager in a faraway
land who had accomplished things too great to be believed. At the
end of his rope, Diogenes travelled off to see him. At last he
gained entrance to the man's office. He found him there, dressed
in plain military fatigues, totally absorbed in the task of
cleaning and reassembling an automatic pistol. Close by, an
interpreter sat at rigid attention.
The manager waved him to a small camp stool. "How can I help
you," he asked through the interpreter.
"I have a few question about your management style," Diogenes
responded. The manager smiled, nodded, and said something in his
language. The interpreter jumped about a foot, then gave the
translation: "Shoot."
"Do you schedule regular meetings with your staff?" ask Diogenes.
"Certainly."
"Can you tell me how these proceed?
"Well," said the manager, fondling his pistol, "I listen
carefully while my people review their accomplishments and
setbacks of the previous week. I then evaluate everyone's
performance based on the goals I have personally set. Then I
select the poorest performer and shoot him."
"You kill him?"
"Of course," said the manager, with visible impatience. "Why else
would I shoot him? Here, look at the sign on my desk."
Diogenes looked at the sign, carved into a bone. It read:
PEOPLE WHO ARE TERRIFIED
PRODUCE
As he examined the sign, and reflected on its probable origin,
the manager spoke again, "Let me ask you a question." Do you see
that beam near the ceiling?" He pointed to a thick pole near the
roof, about ten feet from the floor. Diogenes nodded his assent.
"Do you think you could reach it if you jumped?" asked the
manager. Diogenes, no athlete, badly out of shape from many years
of wandering without proper attention to either diet or exercise,
returned "I hardly think so."
The manager pointed the pistol at Diogenes feet and fired; the
next thing Diogenes knew he was swinging by his hands from the
pole and staring at his right shoe, missing about 1/2 inch of its
tip. The manager said nothing, but simply gazed at him.
"I think I get your point," Diogenes panted, as he dropped back
to the floor and sat back on the camp stool. "Now, would you
describe yourself as a hands on manager?
"Not at all," rejoined the manager. "More a hands up manager, or,
the term I prefer, and my preferences seem to pretty much carry
the day, a One-Bullet manager." I use that term because a bullet
is the only thing I need to motivate my people and get results."
"That's all?" questioned Diogenes, remembering the countless
hours he had spent listening to other managers babble on about
Productivity Analysis, Goal Formation, Authority Flow Structures,
and such.
"You don't believe me, do you?" declared the manager, again
caressing the PISTOL.
"I believe you, I BELIEVE YOU," exclaimed Diogenes.
Just then a very nervous woman came in with a notebook. The
manager spoke with her briefly; the interpreter did not
translate. When the conversation terminated, the manager got up,
went over to the woman, shook her hand enthusiastically and shot
her in the foot. She hopped rapidly out the door, obviously
making a great effort to avoid shrieking in pain, for the
manager's shot had clearly removed a great deal more that the
first 1/2 inch of her shoe. Diogenes, concerned, could not help
exclaiming "What was that all about?"
"That was a One-Bullet Goal Setting Meeting," the manager
replied. I meet regularly with all of my staff and explain to
them the goals I have set. Then I give them a reminder of the
problem they will encounter if they fail to meet those goals.
This One Bullet Goal Setting Meeting is one of my three secrets
of my One Bullet Management Style"
Diogenes, by this time having more curiosity than common sense
remaining, could not help his next question. "What are the other
two secrets?" Even as he asked, he felt great disquiet. Perhaps
he had best go back for his search for an honest person!
"Let me demonstrate," said the manager, and Diogenes began to
feel even worse. Another staff member was summoned. He looked
very frightened. The manager looked him in the eye, said a few
stern-sounding words to him, put his arm around his shoulders,
and shot him in the head.
As the body was being carried out, the manager spoke. "When one
of my staff fails to meet a goal, I make it a point to tell him
right away. I call this, the second of my secrets, the One-Bullet
Reprimand."
Diogenes had the distinct feeling he ought to conclude his
meeting as quickly as possible, but his philosophic curiosity
impelled him to ask the obvious question, "And if someone does
meet their goals?"
"I'm glad you asked me that," returned the manager. "I have on my
staff a real go-getter. He has what it takes to get the job done
and move ahead."
The man entering the room was confident, even cocky, holding his
head high and smiling. The manager was smiling too, as he arose,
went directly to the man, shook his hand vigorously, talked to
him for a long time in earnest friendly tones, then shot him in
the head.
"That was my One-Bullet Praise," said the manager, returning to
his desk and reloading the pistol. "I wanted him to know that I
was aware how well he was doing and how close he was coming to be
able to replace me!"
The manager could see that Diogenes, although he had now been
exposed to the three secrets of his management style, was still
having trouble comprehending it. He felt sad. "You've seen my
truth motto." Let me show you my philosophy motto. He handed
Diogenes a second carved bone. It read:
POWER COMES OUT
OF THE BARREL OF A GUN
As he read the plaque, Diogenes reflected on the manager's
unusual approach. Deep in thought, he failed to hear the soft
click as the manager racked a fresh bullet into the chamber. "I
am pleased that you're so interested in One-Bullet Management,"
said the manager with great sincerity. But I fear your interest
is somewhat too great... ."
Subj: Beware of pickles! Section: Religious Humor [14]
PICKLES - IN MANY CASES - PROVE FATAL !!!
It's true! According to an authoritative study data released by the
Lamesa, Illinois Exposition System:
Consider the facts -
1. Nearly all sick people have eaten pickles.
2. 99% of all cancer patients who perish have eaten pickles.
3. Over 93% of all convicts have eaten pickles.
4. Nearly 80% of all people involved in serious automobile accidents
consumed two or more pickles within three weeks before the accident.
It is also true that pickle eaters have more accidents than
non-pickle eaters.
5. 95% of all troubled youth come from homes where pickles are served.
6. People born in the year 1871, who subsequently have eaten even one
single solitary pickle, have experienced a 100% mortality rate.
7. A survey of pickle eaters born between 1910 and 1920 reveal that
nearly all have wrinkled skin, brittle bones, failing eyesight and
have lost many of their teeth.
8. Finally, an experiment was made. A group of rats, force-fed with three
pounds of pickles per day for 30 days, were observed to have lost
their appetite for wholesome food. A control group from the same
litter, not so treated, showed no ill effects.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
Subj: The preacher Section: Religious Humor [14]
One of my brother's favorites (He is a Lutheran minister):
Rev Brown was the invited speaker that day. But Rev Brown
was getting on -- and tended to be somewhat absent-minded.
Following an effusive introduction by the pastor, he began.
"Ladies & gentlemen, I am so happy to be here in ..."
(he forgot what city he was in. But quickly recovered)
"... your fair city and worshipping with you at this, the historic..."
(couldn't remember the name of the church! But recovered again)
"... place of worship of so many generations. My dear friend... "
(the pastor's name was completely out of his reach)
"... has generously given me sermon time this morning."
(Whew, he made it thus far)
"So let's begin with a prayer. In the name of our Lord, ... "
(Sometimes you just have to give up! I have asked my brother, if
this were to happen to him, what he would saay next! He has
never given me an answer, that I can recall.
Subj: Liturgic Limericks Section: Religious Humor [14]
From: Granville Scott 70543,1770 # 11092, * No Replies *
There was a young priest from Havana,
Who slipped on a peel of banana,
He wanted to swear,
But the Bishop was there,
So he whistled "The Star-Spangled Banna".
here's one I'll start, you finish....
A Moonie, a Nun, and a Buddhist,
Once met at a camp that was nudist.....
From: dave aguilar <SL19> 76260,453 # 11140, * No Replies *
okay... got it:
a moonie, a nun and a Buddhist
once met at a camp that was nudist
this may sound bizarre
but most truths in life are
and, see, Auschwitz was not for the prudest
From: Sysop Bill Potts 76665,3265 # 11223, * No Replies *
<<(1) If it is not there and you can see it
(2) If it is there and you can't see it
(3) If it is there and you can see it
(4) If it is not there and you can't see it
(a) it's gone
(b) it's real
(c) it's virtual
(d) it's transparent>>
1c, 2d, 3b, 4a.
Bill
First the easy ones.
From: Sysop Bill Potts 76665,3265 # 11287, * No Replies *
<<It's just something we prophets do.
Just prophet stuff.>>
I guess we could call that religion for fun and prophet.
Subj: Liturgic Limericks Section: Religious Humor [14]
From: Granville Scott 70543,1770 # 11295, 1 Reply
>>Auschwitz was not for the prudest<<
ouch! hey, if you're gonna play rough, I'm gonna put on my helmet and
pads....besides, sacred cows are not in season.....how about:
A Moonie, a Nun, and a Buddhist,
Once met at a camp that was nudist,
Divest of their habits,
They frightened the rabbits,
With contests to prove who was rudest.
or
They held a parade,
Through the sun and the shade,
With a drum, and a flag, and a flutist.
or
They later repented,
Exploits documented,
By an undercover cartoonist.
or
Said the two to the Moonie,
"No, you are not looney,
Here everybody is a Moonist"
From: Don Schaffner 72302,3104 # 11261, 1 Reply
>> HOW TO WRITE GOBBLEDEGOOK <<
This is great! I'm going to share it wih my graduate students, with the
instructions to start at #6 and work backwards!
From: Gareth Morrell 73051,2240 # 11339, * No Replies *
>> This is great! I'm going to share it wih my graduate students, with
the >>instructions to start at #6 and work backwards!
I wonder if any of them will notice the incorrect definition of
"tautology" ("a statement so obvious the reader learns nothing from your
saying it"). The statement given ("Technical writers write manuals")
certainly isn't one! :) It would be a good test for them...
Subj: A gem from the past Section: Religious Humor [14]
Re: Recommended PC Software
Some PC software that is recommended includes the following:
1. Lotus 1-2-3. Imagine how useful this would have been if you
were John Maynard Keynes. Simple arithmetic would have revealed
the terrible flaw in your economic theories. Governments the
world over would not be printing worthless paper to cover their
debts. A PC would cost $4.37. Thousands of economists would
have found honest work.
2. Wordperfect. What if you were Julius Caesar. You'd like to rule
the world, but first you have to write a book about how all Gaul
is divided into three parts and so forth. You do not have
a PC writing tool. Your writing becomes slow, mistake-ridden and arduous.
The Senate becomes impatient. You know the rest. Generations of
school children curse your name.
3. Compuserve. Imagine you are Queen Victoria. One day, an excited young
man arrives, claiming that he can instantly connect you with the
Empire. He promises wealth, and knowledge, through the use of
electronic messaging techniques and access to remote data sources. His
name is H. G. Wells. You conclude he is quite mad. A century later, you're
lucky to still have the Falkland Islands.
4. dBASE IV. Say, for instance, you are Joan of
Arc. You're going places, but certain people want to make it hot
for you. With this database system, you could keep current data on
both friends and foes. Like birthdays, addresses, likes and
dislikes, etc. Who knows? The right greeting card to the right
Inquisitor at the right time might have made a difference!
5. A Hard File Organizer pacgage. You're
the President of the United States and 27 people with 38 problems
are crouching outside the Oval Office waiting to seize your
attention. If you let them all in at once, like Jimmy did, you'll
lose the next election.
6. Pop-Ups. Memory resident Alarm, Calculator, Calendar and a Notepad
facility that could save your life. You're Napoleon. Josephine
enters the room one night to tell you "Ze pipes are broke and
zere is water in the loo." You scribble a note to yourself to fix
them - but the nearest scrap of paper happens to be the "order of
the day". A week later your army is defeated at some obscure
Belgian village nobody ever heard of before.
7. Presentation Package. What do you mean - you still prepare
presentations on sheets of papyrus? How do you tell the end from the
beginning? How do you keep organized? You're the President of a very
large, very successful computer company. Using your PC, you
re-organize your company so that at long last there are no
overlapping products or market channels. Unfortunately, you then
wake up.
8. VisiCalc. You are the president of Amalgamated Buggy Whips,
Inc. As long as the Amish folks are around, you will always have
a market.(Note - I love the Amish folk. But they are darn
difficult to drive behind on a country road!)
9. APL. You are a scientist, working alone, except for faithful Igor, at
night, in your dark castle, in Transylvania. All is well, until you
use BASIC as an analysis tool. With APL, you would have gotten the
results in time to re-direct the experiment. 100 years later, Michael
Landon makes a fool of himself in "I was a Teen Age Werewolf". Of course,
with APL it is unlikely anyone would be able to understand you!
End of HUMOR.007