Friday, 20 October, 2000
It's odd the things that our brains retain. I can remember my friends' phone numbers from 30 years ago, but I never could remember my Dad's birth date. My short term memory has similar blank spots. If Debra tells me her schedule for the week, I'd better write it down lest I forget it all before I get to the office. But if I hear or read a joke, I'll remember it forever. Must be some kind of conditioned response from when I was growing up.
I don't claim to understand humor, but my sense of it is considered weird by many people. For example, I heard this joke today:
Two eggs, a piece of bacon, and a glass of juice walk into a bar and sit down. The bartender comes over and says "Sorry, we don't serve breakfast."
I couldn't stop laughing. I've tried to explain why I find that particular joke funny, but I can't. I don't understand it myself.