Saturday night open thread

Not that I think anyone will actually comment here… I know, I know, nearly all of you like to read in silence. It’s okay. I’ll sit here, alone, in the dark. And quiet.

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7 Responses to Saturday night open thread

  1. sabbahillel says:

    How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?

  2. Bad Science says:

    I hope you have an awesome weekend, or if that’s not possible at least an adequate one.
    I was in the Army Reserves for quite a while, and that was the parting wish Saturday night on weekend drill in my units every once in a while.
    I’m not a regular reader of your blog, although I come a cross it from time to time, so I don’t know if that was stupid or wrong, but too late now. I do hope your weekend at least ends decently.

  3. Elisson says:

    Q: How many hipsters does it take to change a light bulb?
    A: You mean you don’t know how many hipsters it takes to change a light bulb?

    Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?
    A: Fish.

  4. long_rifle says:

    If Obama gets his way, and Israel disappears. Who does he think the next intifada will be against? “Infidels are to be converted or killed.” Is pretty cut and dry. You become Muslim, or you are killed. I don’t like either option myself…

    And how many Jewish mothers does it take?

    None. A Jewish mother will call her “good” son to change it for her.

  5. Tom Frank says:

    Alone? Quiet? Where are Tig and Gracie?

  6. Rahel says:

    Q. How many elephants does it take to change a light bulb?

    A. Two. One to change the bulb, and another to let the first one stand on his shoulders in order to reach it.

    (Which one of them actually goes to the hardware store to buy the bulb is another matter altogether.)

  7. Rahel, if an elephant showed up in a hardware store to buy a lightbulb, I’m thinking the clerks will get it for him and hope that’s all he wants.

    Ellison, funny—I only just learned what a “hipster” was. I was talking to my twentysomething coworker, who is young and funny and who I must trade barbs with whenever I’m in NorVA. I said, “Oh, it’s the 21st century yuppie.” He said, “What’s a yuppie?” Then I went through the evolution of hipster back to the 60s, when they were just hippies. I guess, according to those terms, I’m still a SINK (single income, no kids). Remember DINKs? Or preppies?

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