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HUMOR BLOGGERS UNITE

March is one of two things. Aside from "in like a lion and out like a lamb", it’s also either “Humorists Are Artists” month or” Humorists Are Artists, Too” month. That’s right Google says both observances exist. And god knows if Google says it, it must be right. I’m not sure of the distinction but it looks like an excuse for humorists to celebrate twice. And who doesn’t like twice as many occasions to whoop it up. (Pass the opener.)

I have to say though that the occasion appears to be discriminatory. That’s right, it seems to exclude Canadians and Brits. How do I know? Well look how they spell “humour”. They leave out “u”…and me! Well we’ll just have to crash the festivities. (Pass the keg.)

When I think of humorist, the first thing that pops into my head are people like this:

























And when I was much younger, I used to watch routines like these…





But I digress.

Over at Humor Bloggers Dot Com – humo”u”rists that we are – we’re putting our own little spin on things calling it Humor Bloggers Unite Month.
A kidnapped mascot (see banner in right-hand column) and a video starring a cavalcade of comedic kooks are just two of the activities being undertaken during the month.

But we’ve chosen March 7th to formally honour (note the “u” Americans) “Humorists Are Artists”.

I invite you to go to HBDC to see how other humour bloggers are marking the occasion.

Me? I’ve come up with the following little ditty, aimed at my American humour blogger buddies:

I Want You To Spell Me
(to the tune of I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick)

I want you to spell me.
I need you to “u” me.
I’d love you to humour me.
I’m beggin you to spell me.

I want you to spell me.
I need you to “u” me.
I’d love you to humour me.
I’ll get out the Oxford Dictionary, loan you my glasses.
I’ll get home early from work if you spell humour for me.

Didn’t i, didn’t i, didn’t I see you spell?
Oh, didn’t i, did’nt i, didn’t I see you spell?
Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you felt like hell.
Oh, didn’t i, didn’t i, didn’t I see you spell?

I want you to spell me.
I need you to “u” me.
I’d love you to humour me.
I’m beggin you to spell me.
I’ll never, ever say “eh”, or eat any more poutine.
I’ll get you a Canada Dry if you spell humour correctly

Now, this time, watch this and sing along…and remember, humor is spelt h-u-m-o-u-r in Canada, eh, neighbo"u"r!

Comments

Chat Blanc said…
You put the U in HUMOR! :D but I still like your lyrics.
Joel Klebanoff said…
Actually, the occasion is not discriminatory at all. Despite the fact that humour is properly spelled with a "u", humorist is not, not even in Britain or Canada (or as far as I know in Australia or anywhere else either). So the occasion is not discriminatory, but as soon as the humorists start insisting that it must be called humor instead of humour, that's when we can nail the bastards as bigots.

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