Wit . . .
3a. The ability to perceive and express in an ingeniously humorous manner the relationship between seemingly incongruous or disparate things.
3b. One noted for this ability, especially one skilled in repartee.
Also . . .
3c. A skill Brian @ The Cheek of God lacks.
See? I cannot even come up with a witty way to say I’m not witty.
All this has been confirmed for me thanks to Twitter. Consider this recent tweet by yours truly . . .
Because, you know, like, in that movie The Shining? Where the family gets snowed in? And the guy goes bananas with the pick axe?
Yeah. I know. Lame. Maybe not so much because of the content, or my intention, but more because of the way I wrote it. There’s no punch. No pizzazz. Nary an ingenious syllable in sight. I wouldn’t even give myself an A for effort.
So, sorry to disappoint you, Dear Tweaker, but I am not witty. I recently admitted as such . . .
. . . and at least one person joined me in my self-deprecation.
She is far wittier than me, you can trust me on that. And so are all of these fine people, whose recent tweets had me . . . er . . . ROFLMAO:
I can’t complete with all that, tweople. Not only are these some very witty and comical tweets, IMHO, but there is NO way I could ever reply in any sort of equally witty manner. I tried to reply to this . . .
. . . and failed horribly:
I screwed up the emoticon. Damn tiny buttons on my BlackBerry. And besides? It’s . . . lame. See, my son is taking German, and I asked him to translate it for me. Which he did. And we laughed. And he said he was going to take it in to class the next day and ask for extra credit. And maybe get a laugh. And . . .
See? That’s the problem. Most of my replies have to be qualified. Or lack context. All impossible to provide with only 140 characters. I’m long winded that way. And . . . well, I’m just not that funny.
Here’s an illustration of why I don’t generally reply to witty tweets, courtesy of @realdadshangout:
Mike is a great guy. Loves to laugh at himself. And he was kind enough to let me include this little exchange to illustrate my point. Unlike Mike, I would need a mulligan every time.
(Lame . . .)
So, I’m trying to fix the problem subliminally . . .
I give up. Even this post is lame. The very definition of NOT witty. So carry on without me, internets . . .
(Special thanks to these fine folks. If you’re on Twitter, do yourself a favor and follow them all: @realdadshangout, @OutnumberedisMe, @BinaryDad, @PetCobra, @JettSuperior, @jurgen_nation, @prayingtodarwin, @redneckmommy, @MartinFitz, @mommywantsvodka, @DebJorge, @MyBottlesUp, @theGoatandTater, @zanger, @uhura13)
I did find at least one person who thought I was funny: