humor

"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

Were You a Better Human as a Child?
With so many recent mass shootings, hate crimes, rampant racism, and bigotry, I’m starting to wonder if people have always been this shitty. Has this deplorable behavior been a constant in the 48 years I’ve been in this world?
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Humans
Nothing Says “American Independence” Like Almost Lighting Your House on Fire
Whiting, Indiana, where my extended family lives, is a lawless land when it comes to the Fourth of July. Unlike the vast majority of the United States, there are very few laws related to regulating these explosive rockets, and the few that there were were promptly ignored when July rolled around. Tents went up in the parking lots of abandoned and derelict stores, with crotchety old men who most certainly did not have permits to be selling explosives offering you cherry bombs and whipper snappers by the pound. Roman candles and other large fireworks meant to be set off in the sky high above the reach of children were shot off in backyards and out the windows of apartment buildings. If you drove through Whiting after the sun set on the Fourth, you would be convinced you were in a warzone, with all of the loud booms and the large, colorful explosions lighting up the sky. As a child, it was exhilarating. As an adult, it’s sort of terrifying. But I guess when your town is on the verge of collapse and decay daily, a little fire now and then isn’t much to worry about.
By Robin Laurinec3 years ago in Humans
The Candlelit Dinner
My dad is not a handyman, contrary to his own personal opinions on the subject. This fact was fully realized one Christmas when, in his attempt to save the day, he very nearly ruined everything.
By Amy Lindop3 years ago in Humans
Holiday Hiesting
My brother is the roast master of the family. Roast pork, roast chicken, roast lamb - you name it, he'll roast it. For any major - or minor - family gathering, my brother is designated as head cook, a position that he does not take lightly. Wearing an apron like a badge of honour and whipping the signature tea towel of the experienced home-cook over his shoulder, he proudly struts around the kitchen, talking non-stop at the rate of easily a mile a minute. Every year for the holidays, he pain-stakingly prepares a roast that makes my mouth water as I write this. The roast meal that was cooked on the night in question was roast pork and it glistened as my brother pulled it from the oven and placed it on the bench. He grinned ear to ear like he had won a prize as everyone congratulated him.
By Jaimie3 years ago in Humans
Night Ops
Night Ops at the Boston Aquarium Their mission began at midnight as the last of the night guardsman made his final sweep of the aquarium before locking up. Little did he know that three teenagers had hid themselves under the stacks of plastic tubs that they usually used to hold fish. The doors clanked shut and knowing that the coast was finally clear, they lifted the tubs and crawled out. The three – Eric, Alexandra and Cameron, belonged to a super-secret society that they had created at their middle school. They had been inspired to start it after their recent visit to the aquarium for a school trip that left them feeling anguish for the trapped wild animals.
By KC Jones 3 years ago in Humans
Isn't It Bromantic?
Summer is the perfect time to kick back and relax with a good book. For me, summer reading has a different feel to it than winter reading. During the winter, I find myself getting cozy with a thrilling adventure or shocking mystery, but during the summer I want to sit by the pool with a nice steamy romance or daring drama. Beach reads, a popular subgenre of books designed to capture the ease of the summer spirit, are often a section of the bookstore that I overlook, but there was something about this book that caught my eye.
By Kurt Mason3 years ago in Humans
On Writing Imagery
Imagine selling whatever it is you’re writing — so well — that the reader feels as though they’re getting away with an all-inclusive vacation, for free. Do you think you can do it?
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 years ago in Humans
Doors (pt. 1)
When one door closes, another one opens. So goes the optimistic metaphor. I like it because I’m an optimist, and it’s simple. I don’t like it, because unfortunately for me it’s completely unrelatable. If I were to rewrite this saying to match my life experience it would go something like this:
By Maria Del Toral3 years ago in Humans
Not One Bean On The Floor
I have written several stories about my childhood when my brother and I were in an organization called The Sea Cadets of America. To refresh, it was an organization run by adults but geared for children beginning with their ninth birthdays. How long you stayed in the organization was left to the decisions of the children and their parents. Most children didn’t stay past their sixteenth birthdays unless they planned on becoming part of the team of adults who ran the group.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humans
Half Past Two
This morning I woke up. Again. As I always do. Eventually. Morning is a relative term as far as I’m concerned. Today, morning was around noon. And the first conscious thought I had that didn’t involve replaying the sporadic memories of a dream where I over-processed my hair and was now removing chunk after chunk, was wondering how long it would take to bleed out if I only cut through one of my wrists. This is a rather normal evolution I endure most “mornings”. Most people wouldn’t say that was normal. Most people would probably say normal involved something a little different. They might say normal was a full time job, a significant other, a family and a mortgage. Maybe a plan to go on vacation, a savings account and friends with similar interests.
By Shane Thomas3 years ago in Humans
Rising Need for Treated Water Augmenting Wood Vinegar Consumption
Wood vinegar or wood acid or pyroligneous acid is a dark liquid, which is derived from charcoal. It is obtained by heating biomass in a closed container. The smoke generated during charcoal production is cooled into a liquid and then separated into bio-oil, tar, and wood vinegar. The dark liquid is a combination of nearly 80–90% water and over 200 organic compounds, such as acetic acid, esters, formic acid, ketones, methanol, and phenol.
By DIVYANSH MISHRA3 years ago in Humans
The Lost Scrolls of Nestor & Tinka 2022
Getting warmed up The first Sunday morning, one of our favorite age-old traditions is 'the song' with our friends The Dregs at 9:30 AM. Right before the song begins, we are playfully warming up our voices. Nestor sings, "mi mi mi," and it slowly becomes an ego-maniacal, "Me. Me. Me...Me!"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Humans