the thing about bad jokes is

If you never tell a bad joke, it means you never tell enough jokes. I tell bad jokes all the time. That just means I tell too many jokes. Too many bad jokes.

I’ve run out of funny material, but I will keep pressing on, keep telling unfunny things until, finally, I find it again. Because if I say nothing, it’s just as unfunny.

Or maybe I never really had it in the first place. I know I have said some funny things occasionally, but for the longest time, I never considered myself a funny person. Now, I’m starting to think of myself as a funny person, but I’m quickly running out of things to say.

Then again, maybe I just need a rest from the funny. Try to be serious for a while. Let the funniness recharge.

A weblog becomes very interesting when one thinks aloud, does it not? Or maybe it becomes less entertaining?

I don’t know. I really can’t tell anymore. I’ll just stick with what works. (Doesn’t work?)

Tomorrow: Back to regular ol’ commentary.