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Excuses, Reasons, or Alibis?

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In honor of exams ending today here at BJU, following close on the heels of students' course evaluations, I'm posting about a technique that has long been practiced by students and many others in various professions — the art of coming up with creative excuses (reasons? alibis?) for explaining their performance in times of testing. Some of the things below might also appear on students' course evaluations. You teachers out there may recognize some of these.

(With the time crunch of exams, I'm reposting this from 4 years ago. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it!)

What students say when exams roll around...

When they are given an objective test:
"It doesn't let you express yourself."

When they are given an essay test:
"It's so vague. You don't know what's expected."

When they are given many minor tests:
"Why not have a few big ones? This keeps you on edge all the time."

When they are given only a few major tests:
"Too much depends on each one."
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We All Scream for Ice Cream!

When we would go on road trips with our kids — before the advent of DVD players in cars, we tried to come up with creative ways to keep everyone amused and to pass the time more quickly. One of our favorites was to see who could come up with the most bizarre new Baskin-Robbins flavor (ones that Baskin-Robbins would surely never feature). Since we tried to have at least three ingredients in the name of our flavor, we came up with things like raspberry hot pepper licorice. Or better yet (worse yet?) would be something like dark chocolate green olive liver! It made for miles of smiles and uproarious laughter, made thanks to Baskin-Robbins' quest to have unique combinations and to our family's weird minds. :-)

Those shenanigans were all brought to mind recently when I saw the following on Facebook:

Chicken Wing Ice Cream

That got me to wondering what real, honest-to-goodness ice cream flavors might be available "out there." I did some googling and came up with the following:
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Surprise Endings

As we draw near to the end of this school year, we hope any surprise endings will be pleasant ones, academically speaking.

With that in mind, I'm posting three jokes with rather surprising endings. WARNING: You may want to be sure you are somewhere where you are free to laugh out loud, particularly when reading the third joke. You have been warned.... :-)

OK, here goes....

My neighbor was startled by a car that came crashing through his hedge and ended up in his front lawn. He rushed to help an elderly lady driver out of the car and sat her down on a lawn chair. He said with excitement, "You appear quite elderly to be driving."

"Well, yes, I am," she replied proudly. "I'll be 97 next month, and I am old enough that I don't need a driver's license anymore."

"You don't need a driver's license anymore?!"

"That's right! The last time I went to my doctor, he examined me and asked if I had a driver's license. I told him 'yes' and handed it to him. He took scissors out of the drawer, cut the license into pieces, and threw them in the waste basket, saying, 'You won't need this anymore.' So I thanked him and left!"
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Lawyer Humor

Since it's been over three years since I did a blog post of lawyer humor, I thought I'd publish the humor that has accumulated in the meantime. I hope my lawyer friends who read my blog will indulge me. :-)

Frivolous Law Suit

Two attorneys went into a diner and ordered two beverages.

Then they produced sandwiches from their briefcases and started to eat.

The owner became quite concerned and marched over and told them, "You can't
eat your own sandwiches in here!"

The attorneys looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and then
exchanged sandwiches.
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Dispatches from the Front

Tim Journaling

This past week my friend Tim Keesee and I met for coffee. He was excited to tell me that he has a new book coming out at the end of May. The book has the same name as his award-winning DVD series — Dispatches from the Front. There are currently 6 DVDs, and a 7th one will be coming out this summer telling what Tim saw and learned in North Africa.

Here is the first paragraph about the DVD series from the webpage:

Believers everywhere desperately need a renewed vision of Christ and the unstoppable advance of His saving work in all the earth. Our view of God’s Kingdom is often too small and limited to what we have experienced. Dispatches from the Front highlights the marvelous extent, diversity, and unity of Christ’s Kingdom in our world. The journal format of each episode underscores the daily unfolding of God’s activity on the “frontlines,” bringing viewers up-close with sights and sounds from distant corners of the Kingdom.

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If you have never viewed any of the DVD's, you need to! If you have viewed them, you know what a masterful storyteller Tim is. His training and background as a historian, his gifts of observation and journaling, his openness to understanding cultures foreign to his own, and especially his ability to paint vivid images with words make the video series go far beyond being merely informative (which the most definitely are!). The images and word pictures reach into the very hearts of the viewers as they meet fellow believers who are on the frontlines, following and serving Christ.

I asked Tim for permission to give my blog readers a taste of his new book. Here is a section of the Prologue that he penned while visiting his native Danville, VA:

"A train calls to me in the night silence. For as long as I can remember, it has provided the music—and my pen the words—to a restless life. A million miles later, I'm back where I grew up—and the train's whistle is as sweet and lonely as ever....

"Mama used to play hymns on a beaten-up piano with a keyboard that looked like an ugly grin—its ivories yellowed, cracked, or missing. I remember how pretty she was at the piano. She had a lilting style that made me sing, even when I was too young to read. An old plaque still hangs on the living room wall: "The way of the Cross leads home." Mama has finished that journey, and yet tonight on this side, amid the clutter of memories and the mocking monotony of a ticking clock, I miss her.

"One of the things I love her for is that she gave me to the Lord—which meant that she had to let me go. Travel just wasn't in our family's DNA. Our roots run deep in the red clay of the Virginia foothills. Only things like world wars and great depressions could move us away, but always we came back to these familiar hills. I was the first in ten generations to leave Virginia. So even though Mama did not understand my wanderlust, like Hannnah, she had given her son to the Lord, and she kept her word, even when it hurt. She bought a globe—it's still here on the dresser—and over the years, she traced the paths of her promise.

"And so, I've gone far from this place. A sixteen-year-old sailor who used to be me looks down from the shelf. The picture is faded, but I still smell the salt. Back then, my small world suddenly became as vast as the ocean. And everything I saw I wrote about, filling in the blanks that only imagination could attempt before.
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