That’s me, the bad data point … right there.
I generally don’t have much use at all for dating sites or online quizzes, so this is in no way a blanket endorsement … but I do recommend “The 3-Variable Funny Test” as a way to think about humor -in general and your own approach to it. Go take it and come back, because after the cut are spoilers.
This is me: “52% dark, 8% spontaneous, 16% vulgar”. Note that the way these percentiles work is that I am also “48% light, 92% complex, and 84% clean”. This puts me strongly in the “complex and clean” side of things, and just a bit more into “dark” than “light”.
I’m the Wit.
It’s true – I am totally witty as all hell. When I drift over to the light side, I’m the Prankster. But most of the time, I adore screwing around with words and expectations in a way that requires making intellectual leaps and is neither gross nor mean.
I think this is the best kind of humor, but I could be just a little biased. :)
I mean, anybody can repeat potty/body words over and over and get a giggle out of some folks. It just gets a yawn from me, and most folks who have emotionally graduated from midschool. There’s a reason that the Idiot Savant and the Shock Jock are my arch-nemeses – “hurr hurr you said boobs” is the laziest form of humor ever.
I might as well say “reticulated splines” until the sounds lose all meaning and are utterly funny-sounding and we giggle ourselves silly putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable.
I mean, really … reticulated splines. retiiiiiiculaaaaaaated spliiiiiiiines. RE-TIC-U-LATE. RE-TIC-U-LATE. RE-TIC-U-LATE. spli-nehs. suh-pliiinez. su-su-su-plines. What the heck kind of word is splines, anyway?
Why is humor like a burrito …
I sometimes say that I am “too smart to be funny”. It’s because I adore complexity. I adore humor that is complicated and layered, like a really good burrito.
It’s the kind of difference between:
- I like my coffee like I like my women: hot and black.
- I like my coffee like I like my coffee: recursive.
- I like my grapefruit juice the way I like my arch-enemies: bitter, easily down, and recently pulped.
Each one builds layers on top of the base joke, which is pretty much “hurr hurr boobs”, until you get something that’s funny but might take five minutes and a diagram to unpack.
Where do you fit in the graph?