Sometimes I think I'm one of those people whose humour is actually just a series of inside jokes... with themself. See, yesterday I had brought my computer to class to try and work on an essay, which usually just means I end up scrolling through New Yorker articles while obsessively refreshing Facebook. The article I was reading at the time- George Packer's "Populism and Paranoia"- referenced Huey Long, one of those historical people who, like Benjamin Disraeli, I know is very important, although I cannot conclusively say why. So, this leads me to the Wikipedia article on Huey Long, which leads to a snort from my seatmate, Sam. He's surprised that, of all the things a person could be reading about in class, I'm reading about Huey Long. And that makes me laugh.
So, I've tried telling this story to about five people now, and nobody gets why I think it's funny. I'm not sure if it's because the name Huey Long is inherently funny, assasination or not, or because two people can have a weird bonding moment over a dead Louisiana politician. Or maybe I'm just amused that so much human interaction is mediated by the Internet. Either way, nobody's laughing but me. Maybe it's time to work in a double entendre with Long's name...
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