Uncontrollable laughter

Way back in 1991, a friend told me "You know, it's really hard to make you laugh." I chuckled at that, though of course it was a mere relief spasm caused by the fact that the world hadn't conflagrated during Gulf War 1. Still, I don't laugh all that much.

Now it's got to be said that I find Dave Eggers a pain in the ass, all the footnotes and my jealousy at his seeming proximity to Charles Burns. But all that studied 500-level English class crap those kids sling about, coupled with the self-congratulatory archness...shudder! Plus I can't look at the Eggman without thinking of the old Dick Tracy villain Flat Top:

Where was I? Oh! So on...Saturday maybe? Sunday? We were at the thrift store and I came across a McSweeney's humor [no u in humor! amazing!] compendium in hardback for two bucks and picked it up. Surely there would be something decent in it...

Well, it did have quite a few pearlers therein, but...no, it had to be Saturday, I was in the front room on Saturday...when I came to a list called "Featured Items on the Menu at the Existentialist's Cafe" I was confronted with item one:

Pasta cooked like hell

Now it may not be very funny, but for some reason, in the mood I was in, it left me wrecked and I laughed until I was limp. I STILL love it, the simplicity that speaks volumes, etc. I couldn't get the words out to the puzzled Bride. When I finally could, she barely smirked at all and was still "Christ, buddy...it's nothing to lose your mind over..."

Anyway.