Aristotle: Well, allow me to demonstrate. Let's say there was an imaginary city, and all the people were divided into three groups. Let's say I represent the Gold group, I'd be Mr. Gold, you, Socrates would be Mr. Silver, and, you, Alcibiades, Mr. Bronze.The recasting of the Talmud I linked to in my last post is another example, as is Star Trek by Dr. Suess.Alcibiades: Why do I have to be Mr. Bronze?
Aristotle: Because it's only a demonstration. So me, Gold, I'd be the philosopher king--
Alcibiades: But why can't I be the philosopher king? Look, Socrates, I'll trade with you.
Aristotle: [Draws a gun, fires a shot into the air, and points it at Alcibiades] Interrupt me again, motherfucker. Interrupt me again. Nobody's trading with anybody. This is my allegory.
Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine.This kind of humor is beloved of hyperarticulate lovers of intricate systems of detail -- like both academics and hackers, so no wonder it's all over the web. And what else do those folks love? Meta-humor.LaForge: But sir, the engines are offline!
Picard: Offline? But why? I want to go! Please make it so, please make it so!
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