A surprisingly dirty, occasionally lowbrow rendition of the rejection show went very well yesterday. Apparently fans of the New Yorker love a good fart joke too. Initially I feared that my segment would make the crowd uncomfortable due to some partially perverted content, but when the performers before me, the very funny musical duo Stuckey & Murray, closed with a song called ‘I Fucked a Unicorn’, I felt much more at ease.

Hats off to those of you who responded to the homophone challenge. Who knew I was dealing with such a group of crafty wordsmiths? (I suppose it’s redundant to call a wordsmith crafty, but rather than delete the word crafty I’ll add this lengthy parenthetical acknowledgment of my redundancy.) A lot of you guys are anonymous posters. No shame people, especially when you're revealing nuggets of brilliance the likes of klutz-fuzz (see yesterday's comments)

I bet the first bobble-head doll was accidentally created as the result of poor craftsmanship. Sometimes it pays not to be thorough. I’m surprised Mattel hasn’t tried to follow suit with dolls like “Dangling-Leg Barbie” or “Right Arm for a Left Arm and Left Arm for a Right Arm Ken,” or whoever it is that Barbie’s banging these days. FYI there are some crazy Barbie’s out there these days. I just looked at the website and saw a special fan club members Barbie called Plantation Belle Barbie. Check it out: http://www.barbiecollector.com/index.aspx Didn’t this upset some people? Is indentured slave Barbie sold separately then or what?

There must have been a real dearth of cool inventions in the aftermath of sliced bread.

Have a Thursday and a half.