Happy Friday! Computers have infiltrated pretty much every aspect of our life, so we might as well have some computer jokes as well.
Enjoy!
Is it true that the computer was tired when it got home because if had had a hard drive?
Is it true that the computer crossed the road because it was programmed by a chicken?
If you crossed a computer programmer with an athlete, would you get a disk-us thrower?
Did the computer sneeze because if had a virus?
When computers get hungry do they eat chips?
The other day I went to a restaurant and a computer came up to me and said,“I’ll be your server today.”
My co-workers call me “The Computer”. It has nothing to do with my intelligence. I just go to sleep if left unattended for 15 minutes
If you think that your computer, laptop and phone spying on you is scary then think again, because your vacuum cleaner has been gathering dirt on you for years.
Is it true that after work computer programmers go out and grab a byte?
Our computers went down at work today so we had to do everything manually. It took me a few minutes to shuffle the cards for Solitaire.
I was going to tell more jokes about computers, but they are not very PC.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Never trust a computer you can’t throw out a window” ~Steve Wozniak
Happy Friday! Flowers are started to bloom, trees are started to leaf out and baseball is back. So let’s lead off the weekend with some baseball jokes.
Enjoy!
If the Kool-aid Man was on your baseball team would he be a Relief Pitcher?
I heard about an opera singer who made it to the big leagues – seems he had perfect pitch.
I wanted to wear Adidas to play baseball, but they would not let me bat – apparently it is three stripes and you’re out.
Things have gotten ridiculous, my son’s youth baseball game was rained out and they gave him a precipitation trophy.
The other day I saw a giant mouse so I tried killing it with a baseball bat – now I have a lifetime ban from Disneyworld.
I heard about a baseball player who went to the local library. He was only there five minutes; it was a short stop.
If you crossed a tree with a baseball player, would you get Babe Root?
If a baseball player wanted to make a bake a cake would he use oven mitts, bundt pans and batter?
Did you hear about the baseball player who tried to wash his socks in the bleachers?
I heard that Mario Mendoza shut down his website because he was not getting enough hits.
If you crossed a baseball pitcher with a carpet would you get throw rug?
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.” ~ Babe Ruth
This evening, I heard a commercial on the radio for an app that will pay you cash for buying gas. Since almost everyone buys gas, it seems like a great idea. The cheerful lady on the commercial said that I could earn up to $0.25 a gallon! The second lady asks if it it really worth it and the first lady happily states that she earns up to $300 a month! Who would not want to earn an extra $300 a month?
A little math will show that if you want to earn that $300 you better like to drive – a lot. Because you will have little time to do anything other than drive! The BEST case is $0.25 a gallon. So to earn $300, you need to buy 1,200 gallons. A quick search of the internet tells me that the average miles per gallon in the US is 24.2 MPG. So, to burn 1,200 gallons, you would need to drive 29,040 miles A MONTH! If you average 60 miles per hour, you would spend 484 hours driving or just over 16 hours a day for a 30 day month. I guess if you have 2 cars you and your spouse could drive 8 hours every day.Unless you job is driving a truck or an Uber, it is hard to fit in a job while driving 8 hours a day.
However, that is the BEST case, the internet also states that the average savings usingthis app is more like $0.07. At this savings rate, you would need to by 4,286 gallons, driving 103,714 miles and spending 1,729 hours driving at 60 mpg or 57 hours a day during a 30 day month. If you have 7 drivers in your family or own a small trucking company with 7 trucks, you could get the driving back down to about 8 hours a day.
Plus, the app is not available at all stations so you might have to pay more for you gas to begin with. As “they” say – if something sounds too good to be true ….
Merry Christmas Eve! Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas!
Since this Friday is Christmas Eve, I thought I would dust this one off yet again. So, again, with apologies Clement Clarke Moore, here is my adaptation of his classic for the digital age.
Enjoy!
‘Twas the day before Christmas, when at my house
I was at the computer, moving the mouse;
It was time for another Friday Funny, does anyone care
If in the morning, the email inbox has a funny there?
Two of my boys were still nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of homemade cookies danced in their heads;
While mamma was working, I was off for the day,
It seemed like there was nothing funny for me to say,
When out on the Internet there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my browser to see what was the matter.
Away to another window I flew like a flash,
Hoping as always that my computer would not crash.
The back-lighting of the monitor produced a glow
Which gave a slight luster to objects below,
As I wondered from web site to web site what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh jpg, complete with reindeer,
With a little driver icon, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than dsl downloads his cursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Yahoo! now, Google! now, Facebook and Amazon!
On, ebay! on youtube! on, myspace and ask.com!
To the top of the screen! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As deleted lines that before the backspace button fly,
When they meet with a click, mount to the sky,
So up to the screen-top the cursers they flew,
With a file full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the speaker
The prancing and pawing of each little squeaker.
As I drew in my hand, and was scrolling around,
Downloading an mpeg, St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was digitally dressed from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were photo-shopped with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had superimposed on his back,
And he looked like a Trojan file just opening his pack.
His eyes — they pulsated! his dimples they grew!
His cheeks had roses painted on them, his nose was blue!
His droll little mouth transfigured to a bow,
And the beard of his chin turned into white snow;
His pipe was a tree stump he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke wafted up and became a green wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed and turned into jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
Two winking eyes and a fast spinning head,
Soon gave me to know I had no virus to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He backed up my hard drive; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the window he rose;
He sprang to his jpg, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he deleted his cookie from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
At this time of the year, we are bombarded by holiday music. Some stations have had Christmas music nonstop since the end of November. Perhaps, like me, you find yourself singing along once in a while with one of your favorites. Perhaps certain songs bring back a special Christmas memory. Perhaps, by now, you have just become numb as all the songs have just blended into white noise in the background.
Yet, even though we cannot get away from the Holiday songs, do we really “hear” them? Even though we might sing along with the lyrics, do we really “know” them? One song comes to my mind today. It is a song that you hear occasionally this time of year, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”
These lyrics were written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Christmas Day 1863. He wrote at a time that this country was torn by Civil War and just several weeks after his son had been severely wounded in the war. He wrote it not too long after he had lost his wife in an accidental fire. Mr. Wadsworth’s world was not full of candy canes and gum drops, it was full of hurt and pain just like the world that we live in. Yet, he did not let his gloom get the best of him, he struggled on until he could hear those “bells peal more loud and deep.” This Christmas Eve my wish to you is that you might hear “a voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men.
I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head: “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.”
Till, ringing singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men!
Happy Friday! Christmas is fast approaching and 2021 is drawing to a close. This week I have some Christmas jokes wrapped up especially for you.
Enjoy!
Is it true that at sleepovers reindeer like to play truth or deer?
Is it true that the present Rudolph wants most for Christmas is a pony sleigh station?
Is it true that if you eat Christmas decorations you will get tinsel-it-is?
Is it true that to avoid Covid this Christmas you should wash your hands frequently with Santatizer?
Is it true that after the first two Wise Men presented their gifts, the third one said, “But wait, there’s myrrh?”
Is it true that Santa is good at karate and has a black belt to prove it?
Is it true that the Christmas tree went to the barber because it needed to be trimmed?
Is it true that Santa Claus got a parking ticket on Christmas Eve for leaving his sleigh in a snow parking zone?
Would you call a search engine that singes Christmas songs Michel Googlé?
If someone has lost their Christmas spirit should you try to nurse them back to elf?
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.” ~ Dr. Seuss
There are some songs that pop up on the radio this time of year that I have heard my entire life and that I have absolutely no idea what the song is about. One, for instance, is “The Wassail Song.” To start with I had no idea what “wassail” is. According to the dictionary there are three meanings of wassail: 1) an early English toast to someone’s health (OK); 2) a hot drink that is made with wine, beer, or cider, spices, sugar, and usually baked apples and is traditionally served in a large bowl especially at Christmastime (yet the song says it is the neighborhood children who are out wassailing), and 3) riotous drinking or revelry (see comment on 2) above).
There was also an ancient rite of wassailing trees that was known in parts of England. According to one of these traditions, the men of the village would go out into the orchards carrying the wassail bowl (see 2) above), to alternately serenade and “browbeat” the apple trees. There were songs, dances and libations (for tree and man alike) until finally, in frustration, the trees would be threatened with the axe if they did not produce well in the coming year.
So, in essence a song about underage drinking and threatening violence against trees which are, by the way, the “kindest things I know, they do no harm, they simply grow.” Below are the complete lyrics for “The Wassail Song” I think next time it pops up on the radio, instead of singing along, I will change the station…..
Here we come a-wassailing Among the leaves so green; Here we come a-wand’ring So fair to be seen. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
Our wassail cup is made Of the rosemary tree, And so is your beer Of the best barley. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
We are not daily beggars That beg from door to door; But we are neighbours’ children, Whom you have seen before. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
Call up the butler of this house, Put on his golden ring. Let him bring us up a glass of beer, And better we shall sing. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
We have got a little purse Of stretching leather skin; We want a little of your money To line it well within. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
Bring us out a table And spread it with a cloth; Bring us out a mouldy cheese, And some of your Christmas loaf. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
God bless the master of this house Likewise the mistress too, And all the little children That round the table go. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
Good master and good mistress, While you’re sitting by the fire, Pray think of us poor children Who are wandering in the mire. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy New Year.
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