dad_joke epitome of incomprehensibility The daddest of dad jokes was told by my dad in the recent past. Near fall, I'd just discovered I had to take a class that wasn't in the CMLL department. To make this classy_choice, I was weirdly thorough at searching electives. Sociology I thought would be an option, but the reason I mentioned a class called Social Problems wasn't because I thought of taking it. I was just astonished by the time it was scheduled: 7:15-8:30 A.M. A.M.!! It seemed almost delightful, a flouting of the norms to start so early. The earliest most classes at Concordia begin is 8:45. Maybe it was for people who worked a 9-5 shift, like evening classes could be. Anyway, I told my parents about this at supper. Social Problems indeed! Dad shook his head. "It's probably too woke," with a straight face. "Too 'woke'?" I thought he was just teasing me by using slang I didn't like. "Well, you'd have to be, to get up that early" was his rejoinder. 240111 ... e_o_i Now I'm the guilty one, and I'm not even a dad: "Happy Canadian 4th of July," I wrote. 240701 ... e_o_i "Currant" affairs. 250108 ... raze my dad doesn't tell jokes often, but when he does they always make me laugh. they tend to go something like this. him: "what did the newspaper say to the onion?" me: "what?" him: "go fuck yourself." 250111 ... e_o_i My parents came in from their trip last week just as I was crouched at the roadside edge of the front yard, scooping dog poop. Their puppy-eyed electric blue car pulled into the driveway and I straightened up, waving, the trowel in my other hand. "I've got some poop!" Dad rolled down the window, shaking his head. "You really should learn to use the bathroom." 250627 what's it to you? who go blather from