{"id":2340,"date":"2012-07-16T20:16:49","date_gmt":"2012-07-17T02:16:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=2340"},"modified":"2012-07-16T20:21:26","modified_gmt":"2012-07-17T02:21:26","slug":"on-cementing-my-reputation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2012\/07\/16\/on-cementing-my-reputation\/","title":{"rendered":"On Cementing My Reputation"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>Prelude<\/h3>\n<p>And then all eyes fell on me.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A joke or an embarrassing story about yourself,&#8221; was the rule.<\/p>\n<p>An embarrassing story, fine, but you know as well as I that the unwritten expectation there was that it be an <em>entertaining embarrassing story<\/em>. My embarrassments are many, but their entertainment value is nil. So it remained for me to tell a joke. (Can you imagine?)<\/p>\n<p>I explained to them that, as my wife and son well know, my joke buffer is only three jokes deep, and it filled up when I was six. So I warned them in advance, &#8220;My jokes are the jokes of a six year old.&#8221;<\/p>\n<h3>Joke #1<\/h3>\n<p>The first was a joke my brother told many, many years ago when we were very young and he had a big book (which he still has) of jokes and tricks. I wondered if anyone would get it.<\/p>\n<p>I looked down the table to my left, and then I looked down the table to my right.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What goes around a button?&#8221; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>They sat in silence. No one tried to answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I waited a moment.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well?&#8221; someone asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A goat!&#8221; I said with a mock expectant smile on my face.<\/p>\n<p>I got blank stares. Blank stares from every single person at that table, except for Bill down at the end who laughed out loud.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A goat!?&#8221; the others asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, like an opera singer goes around a-singin'&#8221;, I said, &#8220;and a dog goes around a-barkin&#8217;, a goat goes around a-buttin&#8217;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There were groans. They guys from India were silent.<\/p>\n<h3>Joke #2<\/h3>\n<p>Unfulfilled by the first joke, they demanded another.<\/p>\n<p>I looked down the table both ways and explained that this one was one my mother taught me when I was young.\u00a0&#8220;She called it a shaggy dog story,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ok, so tell us this shaggy dog story.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Which I proceeded to do.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It goes like this,&#8221; I began. &#8220;Herman, Sherman and Kerman were twins,&#8221; I said, stopping to look at them all. &#8220;Except for Ralph, whose hair was,&#8221; and at this point I held up my hand with my thumb and forefinger an inch apart. &#8220;Except for Ralph whose hair was this color.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Silence, as you might imagine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t get it,&#8221; someone said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, it&#8217;s a shaggy dog story,&#8221; I said. &#8220;They don&#8217;t make sense!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em>And now my reputation is cemented.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prelude And then all eyes fell on me.\u00a0 &#8220;A joke or an embarrassing story about yourself,&#8221; was the rule. An embarrassing story, fine, but you know as well as I that the unwritten expectation there was that it be an entertaining embarrassing story. My embarrassments are many, but their entertainment value is nil. So it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[103,56],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2340"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2340"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2340\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2356,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2340\/revisions\/2356"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}