Pleasing Myself

October 4, 2009

No, not like that. What I mean is this: being a lover of puns, obscure and slightly humorous references, and light-hearted silliness of all sorts, I often face the dilemma of having something to say that I find immensely delightful but having no one to whom to say it. This is not because I spend my days alone, cultivating a nerdly pallor as I stare into an unblinking computer screen. Quite the contrary, in fact: my days are rich with human interaction. However, I frequently fine that the humans around just won’t appreciate the stupid things I have to say. Luckily, there is a solution for this, and its name is internets. So, without further ado, I offer you the following container, labelled expressly for the storage of leftover pancake batter. My wife, having grown up without exposure to baseball, likely doesn’t find it amusing. My children, being as yet unable to read, definitely don’t get it. But me, every time I see it, I smile a little bit. And that’s what it’s all about.



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