I don’t think I did any of what you are suggesting. I didn’t even say that I was offended. I merely stated that my opinion was that the OP was not funny and that it was my right to say that the OP was not funny.
What’s wrong with my opinion or than it’s not popular in this thread?
I’ve seen your username a few times in the last couple days and I only just now realized it’s actually Sticks and Scones and now I’m hungry.
That is all.
The moment I hit submit, I regretted it, and wanted to edit. Then I decided it would be cooler of me to allow you to respond first. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Because the truth is, that response came from selfishness. I love to laugh. I have a tiny amount of people that share my philosophy for laughter around me (my daughter, husband and best friend). Everyone else I am around, I have to edit hard for, because they think laughing about AIDS means I’m laughing at people with AIDS! And it has been grating on me lately, to have to self-censor so much.
I actually opened this thread looking for posters that I knew were going to be offended! That’s not good. So, sorry about that.
Actually, I wanted to say that I’m sorry for going all offenderati. I mean, this subject actually isn’t all that funny to me, and I do wish people would stop equating Alzheimer’s with being cutely forgetful, and I think Stoid is responding in an unbelievably annoying way, but I try not to be one of those, “THAT’S NOT FUNNY!!” people.
It’s just been a rough week, I miss my grandma (I mean, the one who used to bake cinnamon rolls and ask me how my day went; not the one that stares into space and drools constantly) and some other crappy stuff happened today too. Anyway, carry on, funny anecdotes, whatever you got.
Please tell me that’s a fiction book that incorporates recipes somehow, which, assuming the story is good and the food tasty, is like the greatest idea I’ve ever heard of. Perhaps I’ll go READ the link now instead of just looking at the pictures and wishing I had chocolate milk.
Is that you?
I understand this completely. My dad and I exist in our own little world of humor.
Well, not on the straight dope ya don’t. 
That is much too reasonable to ever be a workable plan. 
No, it’s not me. It’s just my favorite culinary mystery. It’s one in a series of mysteries written by Diane Mott Davidson which incorporates food and recipes into the story line.
I find them particularly of interest because I’m a caterer as is the main character in the series.
Oh, okay. Neat! Thanks for the link. 
Well, there’s “that’s not funny because it lacks wit” and “that’s not funny because people are suffering and making fun of it is by definition not funny.”
If you were A, fair enough. (Do you usually go into threads and critique them in that way? I usually just close threads that don’t seem funny to me, seems easier and faster, but to each his own.)
If you were B…then you were obliquely saying you were offended. Which you are free to do as well. Whatever floats your boat.
Ya got me, doc…right to the heart… I don’t know if I’m gonna make it…I’m losing consciousness…fading…
zzzzzzzzz{snore}
it’s a gift. 
I don’t think that there’s any response that I could give that you wouldn’t have a contrary thought or comment about so I have nothing else to say in or about this thread.
I’ll just mosey back over to the MMP if anybody needs me.
You can sit by me any time. Cuz I don’t think I’ve yet found a topic that was immune to humorous treatment.
I will always love this place for the infamous thread that started not very long after 9/11, in which Dopers tried their hands at imagining how The Onion was going to treat it when they came back. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to throw up.
They’re still funny, but they were intensely funny then, because we were all so trashed it was a great release to be able to make fun of it for while.
A sampling, unfortunately without credits, since I took this from a word file I saved:
Geez, I came in here for a bit of light relief…or was it my wallet?
Does silver burn?
Think I’ll just nzinga seated next to stoid.
Oh, no, please…no scones for me…
My Alzheimer’s has manifested itself in forgetting what day of the week it is. I picked up my client Miss Daisy a couple weeks back and she asks, Why are you an hour early? Then it hit me… It’s Sunday not Monday! Luckily the mass times are changing so I blame that. We went out for a hot chocolate to kill some time and all was well. Phew, I almost got caught being absent minded again. 
Miss Daisy takes something for mild dementia called Aricept and it works like nobodies business. If she forgets to take it she is confused. I really need to ask my doctor about a trial on it.
Stoid, Thanks for the laugh. My fav was :
Point-Counterpoint
The WTC Attack: I Did It For Allah
by Osama bin Laden
You Just Don’t Get It, Do You?
by Allah
I opened this thread to post something, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to recall what.
And how did I get up here on the roof? And where the hell are my pants?
I totally agree with this. I actually think that being perfectly healthy is the exception rather than the rule.
Thanks to my seizure disorder, I have some memory loss. Strangely, it’s limited primarily to movies, mostly to those I’ve seen during the time my seizures were uncontrolled. My husband will turn on a movie and I’ll say, “Hey! I’ve always wanted to see this movie!” To which he’ll respond, “Um, I think you’ve seen this.” I’ll swear up and down that I haven’t, then my memory will be jogged by a particular scene and I’ll have a vague idea of what happens next until I finally remember the whole thing clearly. It makes me a cheap date, though, because for some reason, I consistently forget the same movies, no matter when I’ve seen them or how often. It’s not until I make a note to myself that I’ve seen them that I consistently remember having seen them. Even then I don’t remember what happens until I’m actually in front of the movie.
For example, I kept forgetting I’d seen The Wedding Singer. I’ve since written it down as a movie I’ve seen, so now I remember. I even remember exactly what I was doing and where I saw it the first time. But I still don’t quite remember what happens in the movie, though at least now I know I’ve seen it (probably four times by now).
My seizures also cause me to stop feeling pain for a few days and to become completely emotionless. As a result, I’ve become a relatively good actress. People get freaked out if you don’t react the way they expect you to.
Whatever the case, I try to make light of the memory loss. After all, although I’ve done some stupid things in the past, at least the memory loss seems to be relatively benign. Plus, it’s easier to poke fun at it - if I didn’t, it’d be scary.
overlyverbose I keep wishing I’d forget I’ve seen The Wedding Singer…
And now to other news…Today’s Alzheimer’s Event was walking through the park and calling the dog. Who I’d left at home.
