Whither the Murk?

I've been absent. It's a strange feeling you get every once in a while where there are no relevant thoughts to share. Oh, there were thoughts... not formed enough yet. Stuff about brainwashing and informational diseases. The good paranoid stuff. But why even post that crap on the internet? That's what we have wackos for right?

So I figured I'd tell you a joke.

Joy woke up one morning in a great mood and decided she wanted to share it with the world. So, she spent the day planning a huge party, open invitation with one small catch.

It was to be a costume party, and anyone who wanted to get in would have to dress up as their mood.

The time came to swing wide the doors of the party hall and admit the guests. Joy wited at the door, admiring the costumes. There were a few she did not immediately get.

She walked over to Steve, a young, uptight Pakistani American dressed in steel belted radial rubber parts.

"Steve!," she said, "What sort of mood is that???"

"I'm tired," Steve said.

"Awwww," she smiled and kissed him on the forehead. She saw Lucy, a slender Asian typist from work, dressed all in tattered clothes and wearing a washcloth for a hat and very nice clean sneakers.

"Lucy!" she said, "What kind of a mood is that????"

"I'm run ragged," Lucy said.

"Awwwww," Joy patted her head.

Then she saw Carl, a large nubile African American janitor who worked very hard but always got picked on by the boss... and he was naked. Naked as hell and he had his penis stuck in a bowl of custard.

"Carl," Joy began but stuttered, "What the hell emotion are you?" He pointed at his penis and leaned in close and said...

"I'm fuckin' discustid!"