Categories:
Humor,
Personal
Posted on Friday, 9 November 2007 14:59 by pfitz
Due to a desire to reduce technology’s time demands, simplify life a little, and consolidate the venues to which I regularly contribute, I made the following announcement on my Pfitz’s Pfunnies mailing list today:
After over 8 years and 2,500 posts, Pfitz’s Pfunnies is going off the air. But don’t worry, humor lovers, there are still resources available, both past and future. And a wider range of media as well.
All of the posts that have been made to Pfitz’s Pfunnies are accessible at the following two links:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pfunnies/ (for March 2000 – June 2006)
http://groups.google.com/group/pfunnies/ (for June 2006 – November 2007)
This will include all Pfitz’s Pfunnies posted since I migrated from a personal email list to a Yahoo! group.
Future humor a la Pfitz’s Pfunnies can be found on my personal blog, http://coffeeklatch.pfitzinger.net
The RSS feed for just the “Humor” posts is http://coffeeklatch.pfitzinger.net/?cat=10&feed=rss2
Not only will you be able to find future jokes here just like you would get in Pfitz’s Pfunnies, but you’ll also find past and future posts that have videos, cartoons, and other forms of humor. They won’t be every day, so if you find yourself needing a laugh fix, feel free to browse the archives.
I wish you all well and thank you for motivating me to share humor with the world over the last several years. Laughter is truly a gift from God which can ease tensions, improve health, and build relationships. Keep finding humor wherever you can, and if you come across something worth me posting on my blog, go ahead and send it my way.
Thanks.
Scott Pfitzinger (aka “Pfitz”)
The change on this blog, then, is that I’ll be posting more humor here than I used to, since I used to save the “jokes” for my mailing list. Those will start showing up here from time to time as I find good ones.
Categories:
Books,
Humor
Posted on Friday, 9 November 2007 12:25 by pfitz
It’s time for another topic from Lore Fitzgerald Sjöberg’s book: The Book of Ratings: Opinions, Grades, & Assessments of Everything Worth Thinking About. (BUY THIS BOOK! I mean it! IT’S HILARIOUS! You’ll laugh your SPLEEN off!) Today’s topic: Internal Organs!
Internal Organs
- Heart
The ancient-but-silly Greeks believed that the heart was the seat of intelligence and emotion, because it beats faster when you feel strong emotion and because you die when a ninja rips it out of your chest. Of course, now we’re much more enlightened and we know that the heart serves only as a handy storage area for saturated fats and as something for people to grab at in feigned astonishment. C
- Lungs
I know that it’s become all the rage for antismoking demonstrations to include a diseased lung being slapped on the table, but let’s be honest with ourselves: A healthy lung ain’t exactly Renoir, either. In fact, slap pretty much any random hunk of disembodied flesh on the table and say, “See? This is what will happen to you if you start smoking: a perfectly healthy goat kidney!” and get the same effect. B
- Stomach
My intensive studies of the stomach have determined that it is perfectly smooth, almost cartoonish, and that it appreciates having computer-generated fluorescent liquid being introduced into it, so much so, in fact, that it will often glow an angry red if it doesn’t get these liquids. Thanks again, television commercials! C
- Brain
The most important thing about the brain is that you become much, much more intelligent if it’s showing. If you can arrange to have it encased in a transparent dome, or to have it imprinting itself on a soft membrane that you have in place of a skull, you’re pretty much ready to create elaborate laser cannons and mindless zombie slave creatures. Remember that the next time you have to take a test and have access to a band saw. A
- Spleen
I’m not going to point out the actual function of the spleen, because its major appeal is in the low-level mystery created by the fact that most people don’t really care about it one way or the other. It’s just this floppy mass of tissue that’s fun to say and lives within each one of us, kind of like a guardian angel made of Silly Putty. A-