obvious joke

Dick on Goats

The only reason I’m running with a juvenile, insensitive, obviously overused joke for a headline like that is because there just isn’t much to Jason Dick’s note on Beltway colloquialisms insofar as quoting enough of it to tempt you to click and read would pretty much require reproducing the post. Nonetheless, if you ever felt screwed like punch-line livestock for taking part in our civic process, well, nobody can actually answer the question, though there are certainly table scraps in the trough of the public discourse.

Say what?At least I didn’t say, “Don’t let it get your goat.”



Right. Anyway … I mean … never mind.


Dick, Jason. “HOH Word of the Week: Goat, Goat Food”. Heard on the Hill. Roll Call. 28 December 2015.

Something, But Don’t Ask Me What

Triptych featuring details of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 8-10 July 2015.

Because … oh, I don’t know … I needed an excuse?

Not quite interpretive dance: Meet Gazelle Bug in, “Survival of the Fastest” (8 July 2015)

Mod Mode Messless Mix: Hang with Nerd Bug, and learn to love the fresh, clean scents of molded plastic and Lysol® in, “Bless This (and Your) Mess” (9 July 2015)

Special cameo appearance: Get your swing thing some zingaling with Randy Tesla and some Flapper Bug in, “Electric Boogaloo” (10 July 2015)

I know, I know, I know. Adam passed on a chance to do the obvious joke, and, really, if we’re aiming for cameos, Randy Tesla or Sparky the Firefly?

Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.

Long as it ain’t Randy Quaid, eh?

A Clown Car

Detail of 'Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal' by Zach Weiner, 12 June 2015.

This is very nearly prophetic. The detail is, technically, a separate joke entirely, by the hand of the one and only Zach Weiner.

Still, though, I can’t help but think, “Ladies and gentlemen, your Republican Clown Car!”


Weiner, Zach. “Unconventional Warfare”. Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. 12 June 2015.

Not a Palm Tree

Detail of 'Mary Death' by Matt Tarpley, 15 May 2015.

It is true that there is a certain neologism I have come to loathe for something about its lazy aptitude. Aptness. Quality or characteristic of being lazily apt. Whatever. Or maybe it’s just because it’s a buzzword I’m just sick of.

Nonetheless there are no substitutes I might suggest and, in good conscience, call funny, or, at least, entertaining.

Still, I mean, you know … no Rosie and her Five Sisters jokes for that. Autonecrophilia?

Never mind.

At any rate, once again we might give thanks unto Matt Tarpley for making an entirely different obvious joke.


Tarpley, Matt. “Gravestone”. Mary Death. 15 May 2015.