Alfred Hitchcock, known for his terrifying movies, had oneunusual fear: "I'm frightened of eggs," he once said. "Worsethan frightened—they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes—haveyou ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spillingits yellow liquid?"
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Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Clowns Juggling Eggs
When Jane was quite young -- 4 or 5 years old -- she asked me whether I would like to hear a joke?
I answered I would, then she said: "Daddy, how does a clown like his eggs?"
I said I didn't know.
"Juggled."
I thought that was quite good, and as far as I've been able to determine (and I've been on an internet inquiry path for years), the joke in this form (i.e., this question/this punch line) was entirely and originally my daughter's.
Jane long ago tired of being questioned by me about her creation and she is far less impressed than I am by the invention and her own wit. She did explain, however, that the joke was based on an inferior variant she had been told by another child, which she carried around in her head for a while like a nagging headache.
That joke went:
"How does a clown his eggs?"
Pretty flat, no?
The pictures I've chosen here to illustrate this possibly "maximally" irrelevant anecdote do not show a clown juggling anything because, like many people, I find clowns creepy and I don't want disturbing clown images disfiguring these pages.
When I've heard, as I have on several occasions, certain parents saying that their child chose to abandon traditional higher education in order to attend "clown college," I never know whether I'm awake or asleep and having a bad dream.
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