Being married to a mathematician exposes me to a lot of field-specific humor that I don’t always understand. A lot of the times, I just have to nod and smile. But this is a math joke that I actually get, and though I had to dig deep into the recesses of my math knowledge to laugh at it, I think it’s very cute:
Posted in comics, marriage, Non-Linguistics, Quotes
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I’m not one to do things on time.
After reading Alejna’s post on Monday, I learned about the Monday Mission, that many have been doing, and that Painted Maypole is hosting for the moment. Not a bad concept, and I’m glad to know about it now. This week’s mission: song rewrite/parody of song lyrics. Thought: of any mission to accept, I must accept this one. And since that moment until now, numerous songs and lyrics have been running through my head.
For those who read my post two weeks back, it should come as no surprise that (1) I have a fondness for song parodies, and (2) a song constantly running through my head.
But on Monday, the only thing I could think of was PhD Comics and the three segment parody they did of the song Summer Lovin’ from Grease. While amusing, I thought posting that alone would have been a cop out. Instead, I’ve been racking my brain all week to see if there was a way I could participate.
I didn’t get my inspiration until Wednesday, is that OK? I’ll backdate the post and we can all pretend that it happened on Monday. I’ll give you two guesses as to what I did on Wednesday, but you’ll probably only need one.
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All that Jazz (from the musical “Cambridge”)
Been a year, why don’t I hit the gym?
To take some jazz
I’ll get some exercise and I’ll stretch out my limbs
But oh, that jazz:
Chasser, plier, stretch out your whoopee spot
Give me some gin that’s cold, slap on some Icy Hot
I’ve done some dance before, but man I’m really sore
From all… that… jazz
Situps!
And all that jazz
Point, Flex…Relever
And all that jazz
Slicked with sweat, wearing my dancin shoes
Ready to do more jazz
I hear that warm up set can give your quads the blues
But I’ll do more jazz:
Hold on hun, my ass I’m gonna lug
To buy some aspirin, down at United Drug
In case I fall apart, from my brand new start
At dance… ing… jazz
Find a flask, I’ll lean against this post
After that jazz
Right up here is where I hurt the most
From all that jazz
Come on now, really who is this guy?
Because my hamstrings hurt
And I’m about to cry
I know in the end he’ll
make me do it again
To dance… good… jazz…
Oh, they’re gonna make me do the shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, I’m gonna plier till my hip bones break
And all that jazz
I just want to dump the girdle
(If I) do that split, will I be fertile?
Surprise of the year, the instructor is queer
And teach… es… jazz!
Couple months down at the studio
Taking some jazz
Made some progress now, but still have far to go
But oh, that jazz:
Bend and stretch, yes, to the whoopee spot
I’ll still take the gin, but not the Icy Hot
I’m stronger than before, just not quite as sore
From all… that… jazz
Yeah, it requires work to dance
But, I’ll fit back in those pants
And all… that… jazz!!
That jazz!
Nod and Smile 