How many Babylonians does it take to change a lightbulb?

   Submitted by Natlia on Wed, 16/04/2008 - 16:33.    

Natlia
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First, we must define what a lightbulb is. Love brings light to life. Are lightbulbs love? What is their relation to Ishtar? Light and darkness are symbols of life and death respectively. Is a broken lightbulb dead? Can the relation to this dualism be developed into something interesting?

Second, is there a chance the lightbulb will be deleted by the Lindens? How many L$ does it cost to have a lightbulb on ones plot? Who will pay for it?

After a long discussion in which everyone speaks from different perspectives we conclude that the question of lightbulbs is different for everyone and that all Babylonians are sweet people, then wish Carmen was around to replace the lightbulb.


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   Wed, 16/04/2008 - 17:30    

Catchabooliaans. (not verified)
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This symbol represents a good laugh. But was it really there? I can assure you it was, but so much can only be deduced from...  gotcha! Hey, did you really think I would start over? Eye-wink . Point made: I understand and I laugh. Keep turning on those lightsbulbs, Nat. The thread has been started.



   Wed, 16/04/2008 - 22:45    

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   Writing jokes, hard to

Writing jokes, hard to resist.

I will tell a tale about two stone-age fellows then, both of the dreamer type, came to a time in their life they felt it a good idea to take a sabbatical and travel around the world, comming across Babylon and civilisation by accident. Mister Ghohrk, and Borphup. Both wild at heart, really like rock.

Comming to Babylon, Ghohrk points at a big animal they haven't seen before. Looking at a Babylonian he say's Uh? Ah, Ox? say's the babylonian, Ghohrk laughs, haha, where Ghohrk comes from Ox means female genitalia. Weird Babylonians. P'ohoh, they say looking at each other and smile the rest of the day.

The next day they roam around a bit, nothing much to see, just sand and more sand, but not a plastic bucket and scoop in sight to have some fun with it. Instead they look forward to the evening, where the Babylonians gather so sit on a horseshoe like bench around a campfire to discuss matters of existence they were told. Horseshoe? Those weren't invented yet, so neither has any idea what will happen. Evening comes, Rrrhi pit'n'put, ahh, we'll go sit on that bench that looks like a horseshoe, they say to each other.
More Babylonians are there already, discussing metaphysics, spirituality and bugs on their benches which cause them to have trouble sitting down. Rrrbah, Ghohrk screams, bugs aren't nearly as big where he comes from, and is terrified to sit. After a few attempts he still accidently sits on a big bug and promptly gets spun around by the bug. It's a big strong 10kg hairy beatle. Bah! Ox! he swears at the bench and bug. Ox, say's a wise Babylonian, no, beatle. Ah, "yellow submarine", says Ghorhk. The Babylonian doesn't understand.
Mmm, Tiky Toka, ponders Borphup, I seem to exist from my viewpoint. Ohhh?!, and a Babylonian falls to his knees, prays to some god and unfolds an umbrella. Ghohrk and Borphup look at each other, this place gets weirder by the minute. After about 15 minutes of ongoing conversation the Babylonian under the umbrella gets more and more frustrated, there won't be any rain will there?! Tiky toka up yours, the Babylonian tells Borphup and puts his umbrella away under his dress again. 
A silence falls, then a Babylonian softly speaks, "I think I can fly". What? Uh? Poh? "I think I can fly" , he repeats, even softer being ashamed for bringing up something so strange. No you can't, say's another Babylonian. But.. speaks the floatacious Babylonian, I can not tell what's beyond our universe, but sometimes when I'm asleep, I can hear computerkeys rattle. It's a re-occuring dream. The Babylonians are silent, zstobp tat, say's Ghohrk waving at the Babylonian to go on, the Babylonian gives Ghohrk an angry look and snares at Ghohrk he will go on anyway. Ghohrk looks surprised and confused. Then the Babylonian goes on, I have a theory..I will give it a try tonight. The Babylonian concentrates, closes his eyes and softly mumbles something. Repeating, minutes on end, louder and louder, what is it? "page up" , "page up" .. Uh? That doesn't make any sense. But the other Babylonians seem to understand, look at Ghohrk and Borphup and one of them holds up a piece of papyrus and points up, Gha! Ghohrk and Borphup understand, Bo Nghar Flappr! You can't fly here, fly is greyed out, Borphup says. One of the Babylonians scratches his head, takes some papyrus, babbler it reads, and tries to translate. The Babylonian looks disappointed, put's the papyrus away and softly tells the others.
Ox. Say's the grounded Babylonian.

Mir.



   Thu, 17/04/2008 - 07:33    

Mr. C. and the Boolaks. (not verified)
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   The word that will end all

The word that will end all words is the silence that will end all silences. And the Babylonians were almost there. So much is forgotten from these ancient civilisations. But we're lucky to have a new stone-age from time to time...



   Thu, 17/04/2008 - 17:18    

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   Well, I couldn't do it! I

Well, I couldn't do it! I entended to write the same kind of story, being of an unbearable lightness, a bonfire of all metaphysical vanities, and an ode to the wild at hearth. I did have something in mind though called the Wolf and the Ugly-Dutchling. It was just some vague idea really, some kind of midsummernight's nightmare and queer as a clockwork orange. A couple of young nurses work in a hospital, in the wing where the patients are brought to die. These nurses have great fun competing on the number of insanities they can create by whispering cynical analyses in the ears of the dying. A hastened death counts for two points, as those whe were believing in God were too stupid to live anyway, and besides they were mostly old and ugly and handicapped. After another insanity as a result of their enlightenment they go for a refreshment and the winner gets treated by the other with a beer. They use different strategies according to the person they work on. Sometimes they ridicule religious ideas with those who are sensitive to ridiculisation. Sometimes they appeal for the patients good sense and convince him on the basis that God did not show up when the patient was looking out of the window. With those on the morphinepump they state that He has not done anything to lighten their sufferings, etc. etc. Some patients have dignified or even clever answers but they quickly get a lethal injection (no points). Anyway, the nurses have a clear mission: to erase the silliest of all notions, being the idea of God (which is just Dog spelled backwards), and bring light in a world darkened by religious fanaticism and irrational belief. And this noble end completely justifies the means; besides what is life or its quality if the world must be saved from (ptah!) God? I thought there might be some really humorous potential in this story, when it is ridiculed as the simple demagogy of a country vicar or the babbling of some insane babylonian. Let's agree: God may NEVER be a consolation, not even when your world is reduced to a single flower on your night-table. Why? Because He does not exist dummy! Haven't you learned anything?



   Thu, 17/04/2008 - 17:34    

Natlia
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   It might be funnier to turn

It might be funnier to turn the idea on its head as well as its feet, and let the nurses make atheists believe god does exist, while still making believers lose their faith.

In the final chapter, one of the nurses dies. Will she go to heaven for converting atheists, go to hell for unconverting believers, or simply cease to exist? This should be left ambiguous.

Now that would be an intriguing story. But we were swapping jokes...

How many monkeys does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

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Only two, but you need a very big lightbulb.


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   Thu, 17/04/2008 - 19:35    

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   Screwing monkeys into a

Screwing monkeys into a lightbulb? Nat, that's sadistic, besides why screw a monkey anyway? No, this old tart here is prooving the existence of God in the traditional way, by slaughtering innocent children after many other obama.. heu abominations. Do you realize Gilles the Rais was just two children short of another Burning Bush? Well, there's quite some kids to go. Wish me good luck...



   Fri, 18/04/2008 - 17:53    

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   My turn to tell a joke:

My turn to tell a joke: justice! Hahaaahaaaahaaaa!!!! I cannot control myself!!! I'll die from it!!! Hiiihiihiiiiii!!! Ok, I wipe my tears and I promise never to tell such a good one anymore. People might laugh themselves to death, and I don't want to be responsible. But the idea... jus.. HAHAHAAHAAAAA!!!!



   Sun, 20/04/2008 - 11:28    

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   Now that was lame and needed

Now that was lame and needed just a few drinks. Philosophers, jokes, satoris, lightbulbs, monkeys... (yes, I repeat myself), they're all on the divine Net:

http://consc.net/phil-humor.html 

Now refs to a website are even lamer, but the website may be not, and that justifies the reference. Same with thinking about God? No, He seems to be a page under construction. Off to the self-explanating sunlight...



   Tue, 22/04/2008 - 11:02    

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http://prairiehome.publicradio.org wrote:

(MUSICAL WALK ON)

GK: Today is our annual joke show and it's an honor to introduce my next guests ---- we have the oldest living comedy team in the world with us, today.

WB: That's right.

TR: Twelve thousand years old.

WB: We're so old we're in Noah's yearbook.

TR: That's old.

WB: You mind if we sit?

TR: Oldest living sit-down comedy team in the world, me and him.

GK: I can't read your names on the cue card here.

WB: That's Sanskrit.

GK: Sanskrit!

WB: We do jokes in Sanskrit, Phoenician, Arabic, Hebrew, Urdu, you name it ---- what language is this?

TR: This is English.

WB: English!

TR: That's what you're talking now.

WB: It's not a funny language. Babylonian was a funny language. Not English. Babylonian. Boy. But---- what you going to do?

GK: And you're the oldest living comedy team in the world.

WB: I'll tell you a great Babylonian joke ---- "A guy goes on a date and wonders if he's going to get lucky, and a woman already knows."

GK: That's a funny joke?

WB: In Babylonian, it's funny. In translation, no.

GK: I don't get it.

WB: You tell that joke in Babylonian and people are turning red in the face, they got their hands to their chests---- it's funny.

TR: That joke's been around since the Dark Ages.

WB: It goes back to the Crusades. Boy, talk about jokes--- there was a joke.

GK: You two started telling jokes when?

TR: Started back around the time of King Solomon. Back during the prophets.

WB: What prophets? You never told me.

TR: Obadiah, Hosea, Jeremiah----

WB: Oh, those prophets----

GK: So you were around during the Bible.

TR: Right. We worked the Garden of Eden after it became a nightclub.

WB: We told the one about Adam being lonely and he asks God to send him a companion, somebody who's beautiful and talented and a joy to be with, and God says, "Well, it's going to cost you an arm and a leg," and Adam says, "Oh--- well, what can I get for a rib?" We told that joke.

TR: They didn't like it that much then either.

GK: What was the first joke?

TR: A guy named (GRUNT) came up to the campfire one night and said, "Hey, there was a tiger chased me all the way across the savannah, and a lady named (DIFFERENT GRUNT) said, "Why?" And (GRUNT) said, "I didn't stop to ask."

GK: That was the first joke?

WB: No, the first joke was, "Did you know that half of all people are below average?" That was the first joke. It was funny then. Times change.

TR: That wasn't the first joke, that joke wasn't until the Middle Ages.

WB: You think the tiger joke was the first joke?

TR: I know it was the first joke.

WB: You're thinking of the one about the guy who takes his boy tiger- hunting and they're creeping through the weeds, and the man says "Son, this hunt marks your passage into manhood, do you have any questions?" and the boy says, "Yes. If the tiger kills you, how do I get home?"

TR: I don't remember that joke at all.

WB: That's because you heard it in Sanskrit. It's funnier in Sanskrit.

TR: I don't remember it.

WB: I told that joke in Egyptian once and it made Cleopatra blow her milk out her nose. Believe me. It was funny in Egyptian.

GK: So you guys worked all over the Middle East?

WB: All over. We worked Egypt, Mesopotamia. Babylon. We were the first to start doing animal jokes. Pets were just coming in then, you know.

TR: Before then, animals were scary, they chased you, they ate you, they ran you up a tree. We were the first to tell jokes about it.

WB: We were the first ones to tell about the man who walks into his house with a handful of dog turds and says to his wife, "Hey, look what I almost stepped in!" That is a funny joke in Sanskrit.

GK: I can imagine.

TR: Dog jokes. Cat jokes. Had to wait for taverns to be invented so we could tell the one about the dog who comes into the tavern and orders a glass of mead and the innkeeper says, "We don't see many dogs come in here," and the dog says, "At these prices, I'm not surprised."

GK: So that's an old joke.

WB: Very old joke. Also the one about the difference between the neurotic and the psychotic.

GK: When did you tell that one?

WB: We told that one during the Renaissance. That was three hundred years before Freud. Nobody knew what we were talking about.

GK: What's the joke?

WB: The difference between the psychotic and the neurotic is that the psychotic knows that two plus two is five, and the neurotic thinks it's four but he's worried about it.

GK: I remember that.

WB: I remember them all.

GK: Who were some of the biggest comedians back then?

TR: Oh, there were so many. Elijah was funny. Isaiah. Solomon.

WB: Yeah, he was good. Solomon.

TR: He was the first one to write down his routines.

GK: He wrote down his jokes?

TR: Ecclesiastes. You ever read that?

GK: Ecclesiastes from the Bible? You mean that Solomon?

WB: Ecclesiastes. That was his whole act. He was very popular up in Beirut. That was like Miami Beach then. "Nothin' ever changes," that was his whole schtick. "The rivers run into the sea and yet the sea is not full." That's a joke. "Everything is vanity."

TR: "Look at this garbage," he'd say, "Nothin' ever changes. You do good, you do bad, you live a little then you die." He was a funny guy.

WB: He said, "Whoever increases knowledge increases sorrow." That was a scream back then. People used to roll under the tables. Funny guy. People'd laugh---- you'd see pomegranates come out their noses, that's how funny he was.

TR: "The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong nor riches to men of understanding, but time and chance happeneth to them all." People used to sit and howl when he told that.

WB: That's the whole meaning of comedy right there. You're fast, you fall down, you're strong and you poke yourself with your sword, you're smart and you go broke.

TR: He was an great comedian, Solomon. "Cast your bread upon the waters and you shall find it after many days." I loved that one.

GK: I didn't know that was comedy.

WB: A lot of people back then didn't know it was comedy. You get audiences like that now and then. The Samaritans. Terrible audience. Nice people, but no sense of humor. The Aztecs were a good audience but they only went for dirty jokes. Like the Inca who says to the other Inca, "Hey, Pocapetl, how long have you been wearing that brassiere?" and the other Aztec says, "Ever since my wife discovered it in my saddle bags." You told that joke to an Aztec and they had to go on disability leave.

GK: Right. Why do we need to tell jokes?

TR: Because. Life is terrible, its miserable, you wouldn't wish it on a dog.

GK: So jokes come from misery?

WB: Jokes are misery. You tell a joke, it's like saying, "Hey, we got a lousy deal," and everyone who's listening laughs, because they're thinking, "That's what I thought too, but I thought I was the only one."

GK: So you don't think there are new jokes?

WB: It's like Solly said: "The thing that has been is the thing that shall be; and the thing that is done is that which shall be done: there is nothing new under the sun."

GK: And we're out of time. What's your favorite joke?

WB: My favorite joke is: If you could have a conversation with someone, living or dead, who would it be? ---- I'd choose the one who's living. That joke was very very big among the Abyssinians. It's very funny in Urdu.

GK: And yours?

TR: This joke is a lot funnier in Sanskrit but it goes: The reason men fart more than women is that women don't keep their mouths shut long enough to build up the pressure.

GK: That's funny.

TR: It's funnier in Sanskrit!

GK: Thank you, the world's oldest comedy team.

(MUSICAL PLAYOFF)

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   Tue, 22/04/2008 - 13:24    

Natlia
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   Q: How many Babylonians does

Q: How many Babylonians does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: None, they can't manage to reach the ceiling anyway.

- or -

A1: Une "litebulbe"? Qu'est ce que c'est?


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   Tue, 22/04/2008 - 14:17    

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   Which reminds me that

Which reminds me that tomorrow I have to go on a crusade against the gatherèd forces of darkness, and I won't be around for five days now. Atchoum!! (Was the wind from those sighs of relief).