While I think this is the Best Joke of all Time, and my fiancee
contends that is not even a joke (“because it is not funny”*), it
continues to strike me on a visceral/cognitive level. There’s the
schoolboy-glee of the imagined-yet-frustrated response, coupled
with the ontological insistence that an object has (must have?) itself
as a property.
And perhaps it is more of a suggestion. Could a stick not be sticky?
Could a chair lack chairness? My fiancee would readily agree that —
if this is a funny — it lacks funniness.
*does a joke need to be funny, any more than a piece of art be beautiful? Is funny an essential property of joke?
On the difficulties of displaying poetry on the web, or in eReaders.
Charles Platt was suspicious of Nickled and Dimed, so he decided to work at WalMart.