Our lady

22 Apr

Clara means bright,

Bright like your smile, like your mind, like your love,

Bright like April 12th, part of it
When the sun remembered us.
When the Wind blew like it was trying to tell us something
and it rained,
like the English teachers warned us that it would.

Bright like those birthday candles that you loved.
The illegal ones.
They go out, seem to, then they light right back up again.
But the law requires that all candles must go out.
Only the laws of our country, though.
You can still find them, if you know where to look.

Bright like the flash of your camera.
Capturing time spent as family at the table.
Loving hands made the meal.
Daughters’ hands, grandkids’ hands,
Grandpa’s hands clasped, praying, storytelling.
Some hands more inflamed than others.
We would repeat ourselves for you.
Like an echo.
An echo remains when you’ve moved on.

Bright like our daughter’s eyes.
They’re older than she is, and very blue.
Looking with love at you, and you right back.
You shared a name and moments together.
A blink of an eye, not that babies blink.

Bright like the fires consuming Notre Dame.
Our Lady’s shell collapsed.
Hearts breaking at the sight of wood, metal, glass, not doing what it was made to do.
Yet for all its beauty, it is a vessel.
The Spirit is not gone, not at all.

Bright like heaven
Saint Peter has to call your name twice
because you didn’t hear him the first time.
Like an echo.

LOST DOG (not actually)

23 Jan
  1. LOST DOG
    If you see this dog, do not call out.
    Do not make any sudden movements.
    Don’t even make eye contact.
    Pretend you didn’t notice him.
    Walk away, slowly.
    Put on sunglasses. Groucho-style moustache glasses if at all possible.
    Get in your car (quietly).
    Drive away.
    If anyone asks you about the dog, pretend you’d never heard of him.
    Wherever you saw this dog – never return.
  2. LOST DOG – REWARD
    No, not a lost dog.
    A lost ‘dog-reward’.
    The reward we would have offered if we had lost our dog.
    The ‘dog reward’. We lost it.
    So if you found our dog-reward, then please give it back.
    We might need it
    if we ever lose our dog.
  3. LOST DOG
    Don’t know how to put it, but this dog is lost.
    Constantly in between jobs, says “nobody gets him”, wanders, wanders, wanders.
    Anomie, ennui, apathy.
    Last seen at a café but he didn’t even order anything.
    Started to say “I’ll have a croissant”
    then just turned around.
    I think I saw a tear forming.
    That is one lost dog.
    If found,
    I’d be surprised.

 

 

Gallery

‘Toons volume 2

21 Mar

Next time

29 Oct

Why not this time?

I.

I’m sorry I let the man clap
as you exited the bus
wearing your hijabs

I [would have liked to have] thought his applause
was just clapping along
to the music on his headphones
but he wasn’t wearing any, I don’t think

Was it pluralistic ignorance
that nobody else did anything – because nobody else did anything
Maybe we were stunned
and I sort of hope we were
but the thing is we didn’t do a thing

Too little, too late
I asked him why he was clapping but by then you were gone anyway
and he just laughed
Maybe his mind is not healthy
Definitely

I wish I’d called him out when it started
Maybe he would learn
Maybe not
Maybe you would believe you were not alone
That’s the main thing
That you are welcome here
Each one of you believers

Or maybe I’d get off with you at your stop
and say “That man was wrong”
Wrong wrong wrong.
I could walk with you for a bit, listen
But there I was, still on the bus, processing
amid the cruel applause

My question was too little, too late, too quiet

Next time I’d better do better

II.

A few days before Hallowe’en
I’m headed north on the sidewalk, wearing a hockey jersey
fast food in hand – an athlete would never eat
The folks at Wendy’s got my order wrong,
Or maybe it was my mistake
Something’s wrong, but it’s no big deal, so I keep going

I saw the crowd of men, boys really
and you just ahead of them
All together?  Friends?
They were calling out to you
Teasing? Complimenting? I don’t want to intrude

But it seems not right
They are heading south on the sidewalk, I’m headed north
we pass each other and I keep going north…
now south, following the mob
What is going on and what am I going to do
holding my food like a spectator but what am I watching

I ask if they know you, they don’t
[I only really talk to one]
They think I might join them
I say I thought they were catcalling her
I [like to] think I’m calling them out
He says they were. [Of course they were.]
But no shame
Maybe pride?
Does he think I’ll join?
I wish I’d said “harassed”
That’s what they were doing. Why are you harassing her.

What kind of a euphemism is catcalling.
We’re not animals, cats and dogs.
Cats and dogs are generally nicer.

I say “You shouldn’t” [catcall]
But I think I was too faint
And I turn around
And I don’t know what he heard or what he thought

And I’d love to change him and them and all of the stupid men, really boys
Really, myself
And I don’t know if he still thinks I wanted to join
To join??

Really I don’t know if he would learn if he heard me
Too little, too late
But I mostly wish that she heard and knew that she is not alone
Now she’s further ahead of them
which is good
but I don’t think she saw anyone object to the objectification

Was she scared?  Annoyed? 
How many times has this happened?
Has anyone stood up? Spoken up? Just mumbled?

I wish I’d called it out when it started
I wish my voice were louder and stronger
My face stern
My gestures clear and disapproving 
Compensating for my weak voice
Drowned in the buzz of the main drag
My conviction resolute
Maybe then things would change

Walking home, preparing speeches
for when the exact same thing happens again
and my voice is louder
and it is not too little, and it is not too late

Back home, stewing, praying, writing
thinking about what I would have said

Next time I’d better do better

Definitive ranking of all of the ice creams in Columbus that I ate a couple of weekends ago

1 Jun

Ohio is a land of strong allegiances and polarized opinions.  From sports (home of Buckeyes football and of LeBron James) to politics (Ohio is a swing state), Ohio is no stranger to diehard fandom, nor to controversy.  Foremost among all debates, however, is the question of which ice cream reigns supreme in this “Land of frozen dairy” (“Ohio” literally translates as “Great river” or “Large creek”, but you know not everything is to be taken literally).

This, Ohioans, is what you have all been waiting for — the moment of truth, the day I finally make a definitive ranking of all the ice creams in Columbus that I ate a couple of weekends ago.  I hope that this list will settle, once and for all, that age-old question of which ice cream is (ice) cream of the crop, if ice cream grew in crops. Which ice cream reigns supreme among all of the ice creams or other frozen dairy desserts I consumed last weekend?

Starting from the bottom, like Drake:

5) White Castle chocolate milk shake.

Flavour: Not very chocolatey. Service and ambiance: Kind-hearted employee. Despite the name White Castle, the restaurant was not palatial.  No kings or queens in sight.  I removed my medieval attire soon after entering. Transportability of milkshake using a bicycle: Not good.  I dropped it and lost around 1/3 of the milkshake. Mouth feel: Do mouths have feelings?  Melancholy.

Overall rating: 2 out of 10.  Would have been 3 out of 10, but one-third of it fell off the bike.  Ideally a court jester or palace servant would follow me on my bike and feed me the milkshake, or preferably a tastier milkshake.  That would be much more fitting given the name White Castle.

4) United Dairy Farmers (UDF) soft-serve frozen yogurt — 1/2 vanilla, 1/2 blue moo cookie dough.

Colour: Unnaturally blue.  Likely radioactive, but no Geiger counter available on the premises (how convenient!!). Proneness to melt while being carried outside on a hot day: High. Mouth feel: Blue.  A bit embarrassed. Price: Good.  Fro-yo was on sale.  $1.49, even in a waffle cone.

Overall rating: 5 out of 10.  Good price.  But I ordered frozen yogurt, not melted yogurt!  And why does melted frozen yogurt not become plain old yogurt, anyhow?  What’s up with that?  Melted frozen water is just water, but melted frozen yogurt is strange milk.  And I did not see a SINGLE dairy farmer!  (Or even a married one.)

3) Tie: Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams and Graeter’s Ice Cream, lemon sorbet.

Flavour: both were delicious and lemony.  Didn’t do a side-by-side taste test, as these were purchased at different times.  What, does it look like I’m made of money?  Anagrams: melon strobe, Belmont rose, best = no morel (I don’t like mushrooms).

Overall rating: 8 out of 10.  Pricier, but also great quality.  Decent number of potential anagrams.

2) Jeni’s raspberry sorbet.

Flavour: delicious – like biting into a fresh raspberry, except that one raspberry isn’t very much food, and can be seedy Definition of seedy: “disreputable, run-down, sleazy”.  So what I’m trying to say is that this sorbet is better than eating a disreputable, run-down, sleazy single raspberry.  Mouth feel: not sleazy.

Berry questionable character.

Seedy raspberry wearing sunglasses.

Overall rating: 8.5 out of 10, because I decided to rank it higher than the lemon sorbets, but they were all very good.

1) Graeter’s mango sorbet.

Flavour: like a fresh mango.  I had another brand of mango sorbet recently, and it reinforced my positive feelings toward this mango sorbet, which are purely platonic.  Anagrams: “Go, man!”  Which is a sign that when I have the chance, I should eat this sorbet.  And “Wow, mango!” is an anagram of “Go, wwoman!”, so this sorbet is for everybody.  Except for people with deadly allergies to mango.  Downsides: Not good for people with deadly allergies to mango.  In which case, “Go man!” should be interpreted as “Leave, for your own safety.”

Overall rating: 9 out of 10, because there’s always room for improvement, such as if this were to be made free.  (Hint hint, Graeter’s.  This is a fair bit of free publicity with the target audience of like five people.  Or even six, if you accidentally count the same person twice.)

So, there you have it!  In conclusion, most of the frozen dairy desserts weren’t technically ice cream and should be free.

Agree?  Disagree?  Interested in sponsoring the jeremyhasablog ice cream fund?  Feel free to comment!

Poem for grandma’s funeral

12 Jan

Earlier images of grandma

Sleepover parties at grandma and grandpa’s. 

The thing about sleepovers is they’re not necessarily about sleep, or even rest, so much as about being with those who really love you.

Swimming in the pool and playing go fish at the table

Colourful language, she’d say “pardon my French” but I don’t think it was French

And jokes, the same one, mainly, the stuttering Bible salesman

Prayer and ju jubes and tea and cookies

Not all at once, of course, but we were younger and memories become jumbled as time passes.

Time passes.  Of course it does.  What else is it supposed to do?

We grew and grandma shrank,
And I suppose grandpa did too, for solidarity of course.

Grandpa, her best friend
In sickness and in health

Easy to forget about the second part, the “in health” part, in later years.

Grandma was feisty and grandpa was a fighter when his health and life depended on it,
But there came a day when he had to go.

Grandma trusted he was with God but missed him dearly.

We told her grandpa was “dancing with the angels”
But she said he was never much of a dancer when he danced with her…

Later images of grandma

Phone calls and banter and hugs

And jokes, the same one, mainly, the stuttering Bible salesman

Joking about chesterfield rugby and cherry brandy, two things I know nothing about

Prayer and candy and her dancing with Esther the PSW [personal support worker]

Losing power but holding on to the power of prayer

Stories of the joys and pains of growing up and growing old

Like her mother Grandma Young, losing every sense but the sense of humour

Not all at once, of course, but grandma was older and memories become jumbled as time passes.

She wanted a new walker, maybe God figured He could do better.

Grandma went to bed.

Now the feisty lady rests in peace.

The thing about heaven is it’s not exactly about sleep, or even rest, so much as about being with those who really love you.

Christmas Gift Ideas

27 Nov

(Note: These are also great gift ideas for any celebration shared by millions of people — including Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, etc.)

I enjoy Christmas, and although it’s not about  gift-giving in a literal sense, I do enjoy giving and receiving gifts.

However, whereas some people have a talent for picking gifts, I am not exactly gifted when it comes to gift-giving.

Of course that pun was intentional.  Stop looking at me like that.

(A book titled “I’m just not gifted at gift-giving” and other GREAT JOKES Now in glorious comic sans with the text all askew)

One year I gave Anneke some bacon-flavoured lip balm for Christmas, and the fact that we’re now engaged is both 1) a testament to her ability to forgive and 2) a Christmas miracle!

(To use the term “miracle” loosely, which seems to be the norm.
Cf. Miracle-Gro, Miracle-Ear, Leon’s No Money Miracle, the Miracle on Ice, etc.)

So, I guess what I’m saying is my gift ideas have sometimes been balmy.  And high in nitrites.  And lipids.
Lipids.
(That wasn’t meant to add emphasis to the first half of the word; it was meant to subtract emphasis from the second half of the word.)

So, if you’re like me and can only think of terrible gift ideas, then I hope you’ll appreciate this list of great gift ideas.  I created it, so the gift ideas are pretty great.

1) For yourself: A fun book on logic, so that you can see the lack of logic in the preceding 2 sentences.  This way, you can avoid taking any of my gift-giving advice.

2) Also for yourself: A second book on logic, so that you can see the lack of logic in the preceding 2 sentences.

3) For your true love: A partridge in a pear tree, because that’s what one buys for one’s true love.
There’s an instructional song about this.  So helpful!

4) Also for your true love: Five golden rings, for the same reason as above.  Plus, that way (s)he can put a ring on each finger of one of his/her hands and pretend to be Wolverine except with gold rings instead of adamantium claws!!!  Which is always a plus.  Though adamantium claws would be preferable when opening the other gifts.

5) For a friend: A hug.
Unless (s)he isn’t a hugger, in which case, socks are a safe bet.

6) For mom: A crayon drawing that says “I love my mom”, except with some of the letters backwards in order to emulate your writing as a child and thereby bring mom back to the days of your childhood, when you used to be cute.  The more childlike, the better.

In fact, it’s better that you hire a child to do the drawing.  But it also needs to be “natural” and spontaneous, so the ideal situation would be to just steal a drawing from a child.  It’s like stealing candy art from a baby child who’s old enough to write, but not old enough to write well!

I love you Mom.  From Jeremy.  (Not stolen.)

A card that says I love you Mom. From Jeremy. (Not stolen.)  It has flowers and hearts on it.

7) For dad: A mug that says “World’s Best Dad”, but with a footnote that clarifies that “best” is of course a subjective term, and that many other people would consider their own dad to be the best, but then again, those individuals’ mental exemplars of what constitutes a good dad were likely shaped primarily through their experiences with (you guessed it) their own dads, and thus there is a lot of bias and subjectivity going on here, though you are truly thankful for him, your particular dad.

The footnote could be on the inside of the mug, and you could fill the mug with his preferred beverage before giving it to him, so that the footnote ends up being an unexpected and pleasant surprise, a reminder of what a thoughtful and objective child he has raised and to whom he has contributed one-half of the genetic material, as well as love and resources.

8) For a brother or a sister: As in, a monk or a nun?  That’s a hard one.  I would postulate they’d appreciate a capuchin monkey or a cappuccino machine, if they have a habit of coffee drinking.  Okay, these puns are getting really obscure really quickly.

9) For a sibling: A shirt that says “Mom & dad’s second-favourite child”.
Of course, this may be inappropriate
if you have multiple siblings,
in which case “Mom & dad’s third-favourite” might be more appropriate.

10) For your young child: Kids really like to be treated like grown-ups.  Give the child a chance to be a grown-up for a day!  But being a grown-up is hard.  Dress your kid in a business suit and make him/her go to work!  Have the child try to negotiate a difficult deal with a multinational corporation!  Kids love a challenge.

11) For the animal lover, or any friend whom you have ever seen with an animal, or whom you have mentally pictured holding a cat, even if (s)he actually has an allergy, or a friend who has been known to use words like “cat” and “fun”, or any friend who is known to be sophisticated or “fancy”, or is a fan of Iggy Azalea: a lifetime subscription to Cat Fancy, as well as a suitably fancy cat.  A sphynx cat would be preferable, but you would of course need to give it something to wear. In order to pay the appropriate lifetime subscription fee, you will need to know the projected longevity of the recipient of this amazing gift.  But this gift is also best kept secret, so you will need to predict the date of said friend’s death by consulting with those in the know — his/her doctor, insurance company, and next-of-kin.

But do not spoil the surprise!!  I cannot emphasize this enough.  Ask the question casually, along the lines of “So, Norton hasn’t looked too healthy lately — think he’ll kick the bucket any time soon?”   The use of the colloquialism “kick the bucket” helps keep the tone of the conversation light and not suspicious.  I used italics for emphasis, but you can add emphasis by inserting a gap mid-sentence before and after the phrase “kick the bucket” (maybe 5 to 10 seconds’ pause, but no longer than one minute).

Alternatively, you could subtly emphasize the colloquialism simply by staring at Norton’s friend, without blinking, while saying the phrase “kick the bucket”.

Perhaps the best method of emphasis, though, would of course be to bring a physical bucket with you, and to literally kick it while asking the subtle question.

Of course, if your friend’s name isn’t Norton, you will have to modify the question accordingly.  Let’s say your friend’s name is Daphne.  If that’s the case, your dialogue might go something along the lines of:
You: “Daphne’s doctor…”
Doctor: “That’s my name.”
You: “Yes that is your name.  I had a question, you know, a random question.  I shouldn’t have even said ‘had’, because that’s the past tense, and I have never thought about this question in the past.  Or the future, for that matter.  Because it’s just a random, spur of the moment question.”

(At this point, you should show the doctor the spurs on your boots.  You should be wearing boots with spurs on them.  For emphasis.)

Doctor: “Nice spurs.  Please ask me your random question that just appeared out of the blue.  I see you are wearing blue [for emphasis].” (The boots should be blue, of course.)
You: “The random question is, [reading from notes written in pen on your hand, while pretending to just be casually staring at your hand] What is the projected longevity of Daphne, given what you know of her demographic details as well as her health history, such as diet and exercise?  For what it’s worth, I can tell you that she has run 21.7 miles in the past 31 days, but she ate a burger yesterday.”
Doctor: “I have… a question…”
You: “The burger had cheese on it.”
Doctor: “Yes, that was the question.  Thank you.  Your friend’s projected longevity is 81.46 years, and I will keep you updated as her estimated longevity changes.  You are such a good, spontaneous friend.”

Hope this helps!

Things that would be hard to practise

5 Jun

They say that practice makes perfect, but some things are more suited to being practised than are others.

Here is a list of some things that would be hard to practise.

1) Sword swallowing – And the related skills of spear gulping and axe nibbling.

2) Screaming in case of emergency – E.g., “FIRE!!!!!!!” or “HE STOLE MY PURSE!!!!” OR “THE PEAS ARE TOUCHING THE POTATOES!!!!”

3) Spontaneity

4) Dodging bullets

5) Dodging bullet trains

6) Marriage proposals – These sound tricky to practise.
If you did it in front of a mirror, would that be like proposing to yourself?
If you used a friend or a kindly stranger for practice, would that person get the wrong idea?
“It was just practice, ma’am. Sorry to give the wrong impression. I need that ring back now please.”

7) Parenthood – Yep, I’m sure some life experiences (e.g., babysitting, friendship, mentorship) are helpful, but it’s not like you get a practice kid.

8) Tickling

9) Being benevolent dictator of the world – Don’t think I haven’t tried.

10) Organ donation

11) Sports

Thoughts?  What would you find hard to practise?

Shopping for clothes online (translated)

2 Feb

This blog post is about shopping for dresses online.

Yes, my man card has been revoked.  

Anyway, this post aims to help boyfriends everywhere by decoding what online clothing stores are really saying when they describe their apparel.  Of course, this guide is disguised as a blog post.  

Without such guised guides for guys with which to address a dress purchase (perchance), you could apparently appear with “aperitif” apparel at your peril.  Let’s attempt a tempting decryption of a description from ModCloth.  (If those 2 sentences did not make sense, please read them again, more playfully.)

1. “A Sweet Aperitif Dress in Creme”

Description:
“A great chef once told you the perfect plate must have a balance of flavors. Tonight, you take that advice to heart by requesting a simple aperitif to harmonize with this pretty ivory dress of paisley lace. This artisanal concoction is the perfect intro to a dinner event, just as the slip lining of this hidden-back-zippered sheath is a great basis for your look. Styled with glossy red stilettos and earrings that dangle and glisten, this lined and satin-piped dress is alive with allure.”

Decryption:
“A great chef once told you the perfect plate must have a balance of flavors.”
Translation: You don’t know any great chefs.  This first line is clearly a lie.  Furthermore, they spelled “flavors” without a “u”.  This is clearly un-Canadian.

Tonight, you take that advice to heart by requesting a simple aperitif to harmonize with this pretty ivory dress of paisley lace.”
Translation: An aperitif is an alcoholic drink served before a meal.  Ivory  is elephant tusk.  Paisley is a Country musician.  Taken together, it is easy to see that this dress encourages
intemperance,
illegal poaching,
and even Country music.  

“This artisanal concoction is the perfect intro to a dinner event, just as the slip lining of this hidden-back-zippered sheath is a great basis for your look.”
Translation: The author is subtly informing the reader that the dress comes with a free sword.  Hence the hidden-back-zippered sheath, which is used for carrying a sword.

“Styled with glossy red stilettos and earrings that dangle and glisten, this lined and satin-piped dress is alive with allure.”
Translation: The dress is literally alive.  Watch yourself.

A cursory examination of the web site reveals another sinister secret.

The Salty and Pepper dress is “piquant to taste” and “sure to be the favored flavor”.

The Blueberry Buckle dress looks “every bit as sweet as your delicious dessert!”

Yes, you guessed it.  Many of these dresses are designed to be eaten.

It all makes sense now…  

Salad… dressing.  

Turkey stuffing is also called… dressing.

[“The National Turkey Federation states that the terms are interchangeable.”   In other news… there is a National Turkey Federation.]

Dresses are for eating, not wearing.  I now understand the origin of the phrase “I’m so hungry I could eat a dress”.

2. The aforementioned Blueberry Buckle dress has a similarly cryptic description:

“Baking away in the kitchen, you create yet another batch of your famous blueberry buckle – but this one is special! As the cake rises, you lovingly pluck this dotted dress from your closet and admire how it shares the same vibrant hue as your signature treat, before fawning over its sugar-white polka dots and coordinating trim at the patch pockets, hemline, foldover top, and ornate bodice seaming. You cinch the halter neck, then add peep toe wedges and a lacy cardi just as you hear the timer go off. You collect your buckle, then head out for your date, looking every bit as sweet as your delicious dessert!”

Decryption:
“Baking away in the kitchen, you create yet another batch of your famous blueberry buckle – but this one is special!”
Translation: In the context of baked goods, the term “special” has illicit and unsavoury connotations.  Which makes sense given that blueberry buckle is a cake, which means it is sweet, which means it is not savoury, which means it is unsavoury.

As the cake rises, you lovingly pluck this dotted dress from your closet and admire how it shares the same vibrant hue as your signature treat, before fawning over its sugar-white polka dots and coordinating trim at the patch pockets, hemline, foldover top, and ornate bodice seaming.”
Translation: “You lovingly pluck this dotted dress from your closet…” — so what were you wearing beforehand?  The author does not elaborate.  In any case, fawning describes the process of giving birth to a baby deer.  Oh deer.  Similarly, I was once taught that “just kidding” means that one is just giving birth to baby goats.  

“Ornate bodice seaming” is just made up stuff.

You cinch the halter neck, then add peep toe wedges and a lacy cardi just as you hear the timer go off. You collect your buckle, then head out for your date, looking every bit as sweet as your delicious dessert!”
Translation: “Peep toe wedges” are small, cheese-shaped marshmallow treats that one puts on one’s toes.  A lacy cardi, presumably, is a dog. Similar to a corgi, but more lacy.  Or perhaps it’s just a dog named Lacy.  This might be intentional ambiguity on the part of the author.

Hope this helps clarify things!  Good night, wear-ever you are!

p.s. this blog is not sponsored by ModCloth.  Yet.

Annoying People

6 Dec

No, this isn’t a list of people who are annoying.  It is a blog post about the act of annoying other people.  Kind of.

I get to perform experiments with undergraduate student participants.  A typical question might ask participants to rate their attitudes (liking/disliking) for something.  I have recently begun including an item, near the end of the experiment, which asks the participant:

What do you think was the hypothesis (expected result) of this study? In other words, what do you expect we were examining, and what results would you predict? If you are unsure, that is completely acceptable.

The idea here is that I don’t want to make this experiment so obvious that participants are able to guess the hypothesis and respond accordingly (in which case they’d  seem to confirm the hypothesis even if the effect isn’t really happening).  As another possibility, some participants might guess the hypothesis and purposefully try to contradict it.  Jerks.

Some answers to the ‘guess the hypothesis’ question have been good ones.

Most participants say “unsure”, another “I’m actually not sure”, another “I really don’t know”.    The latter 2 are to be lauded for their honesty.  They weren’t just unsure — they were actually not sure and really didn’t know.  They weren’t just kidding.

(“Just teasing Jeremy, I actually totally knew your hypothesis!  I wasn’t actually “unsure” after all.  LOL.”)

Another participant answered: “How to annoy people”.  CORRECT!

Which makes me think of a great and terrible film: How to Irritate People.

Another answer: “Cats are better than dogs”.  I had to exclude this participant because he or she clearly has a distorted view of the world.

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This ‘toon originated in a chat with Anneke. But we are both indebted to Isaac Newton for his research. (You can find it here.  No, of course Newton isn’t there.  Newton is dead.  I’m sorry.)

So, there you have it.  One participant discovered my secret plan to discover how to annoy people.  As a middle child, I have been able to experience being a younger brother and having a younger brother, so I was already basically an expert.  (Just teasing, brothers!)

On a serious note, Social Psychology (noun. The social/behavioural science of how to annoy people) has faced a lot of criticism.

Some say that it is a pseudoscience.  After all, how could anyone measure something as indefinable or intangible as “how to annoy people” ?  The natural sciences often deal with objectively measurable concepts, but daren’t delve into examinations of how to annoy people.

Many question the feasibility of a social science whose rather obtuse definition, from Gordon Allport, is:

the scientific study of what annoys people, as well as how to annoy people.  In other words, how to aggravate, irritate, or bother other people.  So far, all that I know is that redundancy, repetitiveness, and pleonasms are annoying and/or irritating to people.  That is all that I know so far.  Then again, it is only  1954, so I am sure by 2013 social psychologists will better understand and comprehend how to annoy people.  Perhaps people, even Canadian people, will be blogging about how to annoy people.  By 2013, we will have unlocked the key and know how to annoy people, but I will be dead by then, which is itself a tad annoying.

Yes, I’m aware that my reference to blogging is an anachronism, but that has never stopped me before!   Annoyed by anachronisms, you say?  Well SMARTPHONE LOLCATZ YOUTUBE to you!

Many others question Social Psychology on ethical grounds.  After all, it is a social science founded with the express purpose of annoying people.  This of course is unethical because other social scientists get jealous that they do not get to study fun topics such as “How to annoy people” and “How to annoy animals” and “How to annoy cute little houseplants that are just so cute that you felt you had to grant it personhood without regard for the ethical complexity of granting anything personhood.”

That may unethical.  But so is axe murdering, and that has not stopped me before.  I mean… nothing.

In conclusion, the best ways to annoy people are to leave them without a feeling of closure and to