Kalia Humor

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Kalia humor is like an inside joke. I don't know if people will get it or not, but it doesn't really matter. We get it. If you do, welcome to our world.

Still I feel the urge to explain and over explain the humor to those who IM me with, "WTF?" As we all well know (and if we don't, then we need to learn more), the best way to kill a joke is to explain it. And to kill it the Diwant way, you over explain it. An example, if you will: A group of us had taken a weekend trip to Michigan, and near midnight we gathered to tell ghost stories. I love to tell stories so I conjoured up this wild tale of a family that had a strange problem. Every few nights the father would hear a hummmm in his eight year old child's room and would notice that the hallway was awash with a dim pulsing white. However, as he got up to see what the problem was, the sound and the light vanished. The rest of the night would pass in the frustration of chasing lost sleep. The next day his son would incessantly draw strange pictures of tall dark human like figures encircling a smaller figure. Deeply worried, the father began thinking that his son was playing a trick on him. So he began to sleep in the hallway closet waiting to catch the child red handed. Several nights pass and all that the father gets is a sharp backache from sleeping in the closet. Still he is determined to stop the mischief so he continues to spend his nights waiting in the closet. Sure enough, one night while he is slowly nodding off, he hears the hummmmm and sees the hallway animate with the dim pulsating light. "Aha!" He jumps out and dashes into the room quickly so his son does not have time to hide any tools of mischief. The child's room is far louder and brighter than the hallway and the father's eyes take a few seconds to adjust. But as his eyes took focus he noticed the shape of his child's bed, and the child sleeping peacefully. Then he feels his stomach grip as he notices several tall dark figures encircling the bed. He staggered as he noticed their large black eyes set in long oval heads, peering at first his child, then at him, the intruder. The floor fell from under him as they glid toward him. He knew only fear. No, not fear. Horror.

Good story, huh? After I narrated it, everyone was quiet. I thought that was because they did not understand so I proceeded to explain (murder) the story. "They were aliens!"