When penning amusing subject matter, a person must contemplate the main points: the subject matter, the hopes of the reader, and also the cultural context. enquire precisely what the discipline is to do with and recognise its reason for being: should it entertain, to educate, or to advise Take note of exactly what the magazine readers like and consider their conventions.

There is perpetually room for joking in the work place, whether a person uses it during a demonstration, in personal interactions, or on the telephone. Humour can be an starting point when things are not going well or throughout a arduous day.

sense of humour can be used to smooth over embarrassment and also tension.
A further way to apply making people laugh is by coping with nasty moments. In place of being worried by such moments, you can often transform it into a caper.

When fashioning comedy in work environments, one must stay away from unfitting jokes. The biggest peril in using sense of humour will be if it definitely is focused on a unfitting matter.
It is not beneficial to construct pranks connected to sex, organised religion and ethnicity that will appall team members.

People comport themselves, think, and verbalise in disparate ways.
The way in which they perceive things relies largely on what they experience.
It is great if the outcome pleases them; it s bad when it shocks them, based on what they find.
This is also true with respect to reactions to jokes and comedy shows.

A expert quip will be one which is about you. You can effortlessly also address what other people might well be thinking and in effect, the comedian may take the hit for them.

The rule of threes or the triangular dimensions of the quip should also be remembered whenever telling a jest.
The number 3 represents symmetricalness and also wholeness.
So, in devising a joke or comedy, invariably endeavour to employ a trio of elements whereby the crowd could learn lessons.

Superior composition entertains if it deals with humorous exchanges or circumstances.
It could well be no longer to do with the number of times the subscriber laughs, it is about the way the content relates to their perspective.
If your aim is in large part to teach, guarantee that the reviewer will learn something about the fresh subject. So, publish anything absorbing that may arrest their interest.
Your popularity lies in your own composition and jokes being inventive and also memorable.

Have you ever noticed how family members always misbehave at the most inappropriate moments? Well, let me tell you, it’s not just the little ones that spout off with remarks that make you want to don a cloak of invisibility.

My son was just having one of those days. You know those days - when everything goes wrong and you just wish you would’ve stayed in bed. We all have those days. Some of us have them more often than others.

He knew what kind of day it was going to be once he spilled his morning coffee. As the hot brew dribbled down his shirt, he bent to stop its travels by reaching for the dish towel on the counter. As luck would have it, his elbow nudged the pot knocking it to the floor, creating even more of a mess. Barely awake, he was already frustrated.

Unfortunately, bad days are more abundant than good in our household. It would be a miracle of great proportions if all of our family members could actually be in a good mood at the same time. That would go down in the history books for sure. Well, back to the bad day.

As time progressed, things didn’t get any better. Little petty annoyances continued. He made a sandwich, tripped over the cat, lost the sandwich. The cat found it. I decided to start dinner a little early. I had a taste for spaghetti. Just after adding the sauce, my son decided to stir the spaghetti, which was a bad idea. Sauce splashed all over his shirt.

After tearing off the shirt, throwing it in the laundry and putting another one on, he decided to stir the spaghetti once again. If you’re wondering why, I have no clue. But lo and behold, once again sauce splashed on the clean shirt. Needless to say, by this time, he was rather hot under the collar. I don’t know why he just didn’t stay away from the spaghetti.

The frustration level really peaked when he went to the bathroom and his cell phone fell into the toilet. Yes, it was definetly one of those days. After thoroughly towel drying, then another ten minutes with the hair dryer, there was still no dial tone. The phone remained damp and lifeless.

Back out to the kitchen he went to make another cup of coffee to drink rather than spill. My poor son sat there with his head in his hands staring at the phone. I felt like I should say something positive - something I knew he wouldn’t want to hear anyway, so I did the sensible thing and said nothing instead. I tried to mind my own business in a nonchalant way so I busied myself with straightening the house.

After a few minutes, my son finished his cup of coffee, placed the cup in the sink and went to take a shower. The phone rang - the house phone, that is. Another minor irritation. I knocked on the bathroom door. The water abruptly went silent. “Huh?” came the reply. “I’m sorry to disturb you but that was your work on the phone. They need you to come in early,” I said as gingerly as possible. “Great,” was all I heard before the water turned back on.

Being rushed to work earlier than had been expected only served as more fuel for an already raging temperament. With one shoe on and one off, the stress continued to mount. The phone rang at the same time that someone began knocking on the door. As I headed toward the phone, I heard my usually polite son yell, “Who the f— is it?!” Then I heard the words, “Is your mother home?” I rounded the corner only to come face to face with my landlord of all people.

Immediately my face went into polite apologetic mode. Mindlessly, the words poured forth. “I’m terribly sorry. It’s just been one of those days.” He looked at me with what I thought was the hint of a grin seeping from one corner of his mouth. “I just brought some stuff for the drain in the bathroom sink,” he said. “Oh, thank you,” I replied, embarrassed smile still firmly planted on my face. Glancing over his shoulder at my son, I gave him a look quite different from the polite face meant for my landlord. My son responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

I am quite capable of embarrassing myself. I don’t know why my family members have to insist on doing it for me. But I guess that’s what family is for. Even when I’m not the one having one of those days, I end up feeling like I would have been better off just staying in bed.

Darlene Zagata is a freelance writer and columnist for the print publication Moon Shadows Magazine. She is also the author of “Aftertaste: A Collection of Poems” and “The Choosing.” Her work has been published extensively both online and in print. For more information visit her website at http://darlenezagata.tripod.com or contact Darlene at darzagata@yahoo.com

Copyright The Quipping Queen 2004.

THINGS PERFECTLY NORMAL BEASTS DO

It’s amazing what “Perfectly Normal Beasts” will do in a pinch.
Being a “Beast” is one thing, but being a “Perfectly Normal
Beast” is quite another.

And being a Perfectly Normal Beast in a pinch, well that’s a
fate worse than death (especially if hunter-matadors are
involved).

Now, if you’re the least bit curious about “Life, the Universe
and Everything” (including a blessed Bob-fearing planet that
shall remain nameless), then you probably know all about
Perfectly Normal Beasts.

But, if you’ve never hazarded a guess about Life, the Universe
and Everything and are slightly overwhelmed by such an
XL-thought, fear not.

If lost …then follow these simple instructions:

The following list will help you to navigate the very first
stage of this protracted process called, “Discovering Life, the
Universe and Everything”.

Take a deep breath, think nice thoughts, and follow these
instructions (remember — no ands, ifs, or buts).

Ahem! May I have your attention please!! LISTEN UP TWATS!!!
Enough with the tah tah, tally ho, pip pip and all that … just
work with me people and:

(a) show up at any airport,

(b) bring along your passport and a small bag (that you’ve
packed yourself naturally) and,

(c) obtain a boarding pass for the next “Flight of Fancy”
(departing whenever enough folks like you show up to take it for
goodness sake).

Meanwhile back at the ranch…

Getting back to Perfectly Normal Beasts — (PNBs for short) –
and the perfectly normal things that they do.

Well for starters, you’ll know when you’ve run into them if they:

(1) appear to be huge, hot and heaving hoofers (that you’ve
never set eyes upon in a petting zoo or better yet, never even
accosted in a dank, dark, and dreary alleyway — thank your
lucky stars and get your buns outta there!)

(2) are hanging out in herds on the back nine — far removed
from hunter-matadors (swinging golf clubs, what else!)

(3) seem to be galloping at full speed toward you

(4) are doing a lot of snorting, panting, sweating and sniffing
(while galloping at full speed toward you)

(5) occasionally are found breaking wind with ease
(incidentally, some fetid-oriented folk consider them a
“bullish” investment opportunity)

(6) are known to enjoy lumbering forward with little momentum
when happy (or perhaps sick in their tummies from eating far too
many hunter-matadors)

(7) are compatible with
“one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eaters” (although no
one can remember their Latin name, let alone their nickname)

(8) are lurching up off their knees and standing, swaying ever
so gayly and giddyly (especially if they’ve had one too many
whiffs of grass)

(9) get a tad crimson in the neck (because they simply can’t
abide being called, “perky”, “cute” or heaven forbid,
“bellicose”) and

(10) show no remorse about thundering around the universe and
scaring the pikka birds half to death, hurtling hunting-matadors
all over the place, and then galloping off into nothingness or
vanishing into thin air (whichever comes first).