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Monday, October 16, 2006
Shaving
(Warning: morbidity ahead.)
Lately, when I shave, I find myself thinking about a section in the book Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers (you might recall I read it recently). One chapter detailed the author's visit to a funeral home where she watched the process of preparing a body for a memorial service. One of the steps was to shave the recently departed male's face, a tricky process because, as the funeral director said, "Nicks and cuts won't heal." They always use a new blade and the blade is thrown away immediately after. I shave in the shower (too much information, I know) and haven't cut myself shaving in years as a result (there's something about the steam and moisture in the air that helps). But still, every morning when I shave now, I think about that last shave I'll ever have. Weird.
This past Friday we ended our improv show with Rapid-Fire Joke Cavalcade. As The Voice calls off each person, the person steps up to the microphone and tells a fast joke before leaving the stage. Since it was Friday the 13th, before the show I suggested we have monster-themed jokes ready. But, really, there aren't that many monster-themed jokes. I remembered a couple from an old joke book I had read as a kid:
But neither of those was going to cut it. We brainstormed a little to see if we could come up with new (and better) monster jokes, but didn't really come up with any. I particularly wanted to do an updated one if I could, themed off a modern movie monster - Jason, Freddy, Michael Myers, one of those guys. But I couldn't think of anything. For some reason, I thought of Psycho, and I came up with this one:
A couple of my fellow troupe members really liked it. The audience? Not so much.
Lately, when I shave, I find myself thinking about a section in the book Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers (you might recall I read it recently). One chapter detailed the author's visit to a funeral home where she watched the process of preparing a body for a memorial service. One of the steps was to shave the recently departed male's face, a tricky process because, as the funeral director said, "Nicks and cuts won't heal." They always use a new blade and the blade is thrown away immediately after. I shave in the shower (too much information, I know) and haven't cut myself shaving in years as a result (there's something about the steam and moisture in the air that helps). But still, every morning when I shave now, I think about that last shave I'll ever have. Weird.
This past Friday we ended our improv show with Rapid-Fire Joke Cavalcade. As The Voice calls off each person, the person steps up to the microphone and tells a fast joke before leaving the stage. Since it was Friday the 13th, before the show I suggested we have monster-themed jokes ready. But, really, there aren't that many monster-themed jokes. I remembered a couple from an old joke book I had read as a kid:
Q: What do monsters eat?
A: Things.
Q: What do monsters drink?
A: Coke. Because things go better with Coke!
Q: How does a monster count to 13?
A: On his fingers!
But neither of those was going to cut it. We brainstormed a little to see if we could come up with new (and better) monster jokes, but didn't really come up with any. I particularly wanted to do an updated one if I could, themed off a modern movie monster - Jason, Freddy, Michael Myers, one of those guys. But I couldn't think of anything. For some reason, I thought of Psycho, and I came up with this one:
Q: What does Norman Bates do for Mother's Day?
A: He shaves!
A couple of my fellow troupe members really liked it. The audience? Not so much.
Comments:
Ah, the shower. So that's how you eliminated all the nicks and cuts on your legs.
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