I am easily amused, sometimes in strange ways. Here are a few examples.
I got sent in this particular direction by Caz of Invisibly Me, who wrote a while back about cow hugging being good for wellbeing.
Cow tipping is an urban legend that I first heard of back in the day because it was a standing joke among my hockey-playing high school crush’s team. The story is that if you tip a cow over on its side, it can’t get up, and drunken doofuses are having a great time doing this for their weekend entertainment.
The site Modern Farmer is having none of it. They say, that aside from what farmers and the laws of physics have to say, this urban myth is debunked by “YouTube, the largest clearinghouse of human stupidity the world has ever known” (quite possibly; Quora and Debate.org are up there in the stupidity, but can’t compete when it comes to size). There’s no cow-tipping to be found, but there is an instance of cows righting themselves after a truck full of cattle gets overturned.
This photo from the cow tipping article on Wikipedia shows this cow that looks dead (although pre-rigor mortis, in which their legs stick up in the air), but apparently is just sleeping, and it’s quite capable of getting up from this position.
My grandma had a book from the Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader series. For some reason, one particular bit really grabbed me. It was about some experiment to see how people would react if they were driving and saw a (fake) snake on the road. Multiple people went out of their way to run over the snake, backed up, and then ran it over again just to make sure. I don’t know why I thought this was so hilarious, but there you go. I’m fairly sure I never read it on the toilet, but who knows.
The Indian head wobble
I had a lot of friends when I was younger whose parents had immigrated from India, but they were from the Punjab, and I don’t think the head wobble is as common there. Or at least, it wasn’t something I noticed my friends’ parents doing. I first heard of the head wobble in the book Shantaram, and then saw it in action in a Russell Peters comedy special. Then I went to India, and everyone’s head is wobbling all over the place. My neck is nowhere near that mobile. If I tried to do even a bit of that wobbling, I’d strain something and be immobile for a month.
Speaking of my western doofus immobility, in parts of Asia, particularly southeast Asia, there’s a lot more squatting throughout life going on for a multitude of reasons, which results in grandmas and grandpas who are squatting and getting as if they were 80 years younger than their age, while I almost need a crane to lift me up. At little street food spots in Vietnam, I was the only lame duck sitting on a little plastic stool, while everyone else, including the grandmas and grandpas, were happily squatting as they downed their food.
Big furry hats
Apparently, these miniature bears that have attached themselves to the heads of British military ceremonial guards only weigh 1.5 pounds. That’s not as heavy as I would have thought, but still, your neck has got to be sore at the end of a shift carrying that creature feature around on top of your head.
Various cultural groups around the world have head coverings associated with their religion or religious observance, and that’s just fabulous. The Catholic Church has some odd choices, but I can’t think of anything quite as ridiculous-looking as the shtreimel. It’s a big furry hat worn by some Hasidic Jews on dress-up occasions like the Sabbath, weddings, and so forth. According to Wikipedia, the dead animal on the head look appears to be what was in vogue amongst 17th-century Polish nobility. That’s a whole new kind of retro.
My declining grasp of the English language
I don’t take myself too seriously with this kind of thing, which is why it makes me laugh rather than making me cringe. There are some common words that I don’t confidently know how to spell, nor have I ever. These include: separate (which I’m inclined to spell seperate), accommodation (I tend to miss the second m), millennium (I miss the second n, even though I’m very confident that annum has two n’s), embarrass (I miss an r) and harassment (I’m not sure if there should be a second r, although I’m more confident without the -ment on the end).
A relatively recent development is that I’ve lost confidence in my ability to retrieve idioms from the foggy void that is my brain. Something will come to mind, and I have no idea if it’s the actual saying or just something I’ve made up. I do a lot of Googling for verification.
Butternut’s musical taste
My funny boy Butternut is a fan of Air Supply’s Making Love Out of Nothing at All. He heard it in the first place because I was checking out various songs that have the potential for frisson (musical chills). Spazzy boy was enamoured right from the start.
Had I been writing this a couple months ago, Four Seasons Total Landscaping would have been on here. That amused me far more than it needed to, perhaps because I happened to see it after it was announced on Twitter and the Four Season tweeted to clarify that was not their mess.
I also like yurts and purple people eaters. And rutabagas. Just because.
Do you have any weird and random things that amuse you?