Comments on: A language game http://www.stupididea.com/2008/06/22/a-language-game/ Tue, 30 Mar 2010 12:22:17 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: hb http://www.stupididea.com/2008/06/22/a-language-game/comment-page-1/#comment-109 hb Mon, 23 Jun 2008 04:27:12 +0000 http://www.stupididea.com/?p=93#comment-109 I remember making essentially the same joke when I was five, and my brother was one, or at some stage pre-language. I knew that the worst thing one person could say to another was "you're a bad person," so I would get in his face and say it, hoping for a rise from my mother. I can't remember whether I got one, but I do recall how pleased I was with my cleverness and how I felt simultaneously really guilty about the possibility that he would understand me and, of course, not get the joke. I think he just smiled and laughed at the attention. I hope. I remember making essentially the same joke when I was five, and my brother was one, or at some stage pre-language. I knew that the worst thing one person could say to another was “you’re a bad person,” so I would get in his face and say it, hoping for a rise from my mother. I can’t remember whether I got one, but I do recall how pleased I was with my cleverness and how I felt simultaneously really guilty about the possibility that he would understand me and, of course, not get the joke. I think he just smiled and laughed at the attention.

I hope.

]]> By: hb http://www.stupididea.com/2008/06/22/a-language-game/comment-page-1/#comment-242 hb Mon, 23 Jun 2008 04:27:00 +0000 http://www.stupididea.com/?p=93#comment-242 I remember making essentially the same joke when I was five, and my brother was one, or at some stage pre-language. I knew that the worst thing one person could say to another was "you're a bad person," so I would get in his face and say it, hoping for a rise from my mother. I can't remember whether I got one, but I do recall how pleased I was with my cleverness and how I felt simultaneously really guilty about the possibility that he would understand me and, of course, not get the joke. I think he just smiled and laughed at the attention. I hope. I remember making essentially the same joke when I was five, and my brother was one, or at some stage pre-language. I knew that the worst thing one person could say to another was “you’re a bad person,” so I would get in his face and say it, hoping for a rise from my mother. I can’t remember whether I got one, but I do recall how pleased I was with my cleverness and how I felt simultaneously really guilty about the possibility that he would understand me and, of course, not get the joke. I think he just smiled and laughed at the attention.

I hope.

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