For the queer community, laughter is both our offense and defense strategy. Each “echos“, “charing“, “charot” and “chz” lets us...
A British man worried he was going insane when items scattered in his shed kept getting cleaned up for weeks.
It turned out that he misunderstood what his wife said — instead of getting her tulips, the husband brought home a bucket of turnips.
Afghanistan has been mourning the death this week of one of its most treasured celebrities, comedian Hanif Hamgam,
On a strip of pavement in the southern Iraqi city of Kut, a gaggle of amateur comedians pulls in the...
In the ruthless world of the mating game, plain-looking men instinctively know that being funny, smart or poetic helps to compensate for a less-than-stellar exterior.
Last week, overhearing my daughter whispering into her cell phone, I suspected she was talking about our latest family adventure. There was raucous laughter, some indistinct, muffled exclamations and then, at the end, a clear “Well, you know Mommy … lunatic magnet.”
Upon first inspection, “iStatus Nation” is quirky and charming, with the upper half of Joselito de los Reyes’ face rendered as a cartoon with speech bubbles floating over his head.
“Ang taba mo, Lotis! Kumusta si Dolphy? Magpepelikula ka? (You gained weight, Lotis! How’s Dolphy? Are you making a picture?)”
There, in the presumption that, having lived longer and seen more, one knows better, lies the great burden of age. I may have been lugging that burden around perforce, but I’m not as eager to dispense from it as I used to, as an editorialist. Retired now from that weighty job, I’ve determined precisely to lighten my load and brighten my days.
