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Editorials

from Funny Times co-founder Raymond Lesser

The Perfect Parent

The perfect parent doesn’t know when you sneak out at night with your friends, but always knows exactly where you are when you’re in...

Fly Me To The Moon

When I was a kid I thought a lot about the moon. We were in a space race with the Russians, those evil communists,...

What We Get

What he wants: Red Corvette V8 convertible, dual exhaust, stick-shift, spoiler, black leather bucket seats. What she wants: Used Toyota Prius or some other hybrid...

Interpreting Loud Noises

We are constantly bombarded with noise in our day-to-day lives. Most noises hardly even register in our consciousness because we’re so focused on the...

The Fad Diet Food Court

“The McCallisters and your brother’s family are coming over for dinner tomorrow. What should we have?” “I’m not sure what to make for the McCallisters,...

Time Out

Once in a while something so wonderful happens that we wish we could freeze time. But usually when your clock stops it just means...

PodShare

My generation used to dream about moving back to the land to weave hammocks and raise chickens on a commune. Today’s kids fantasize about...

More Than I Ever Wanted To Know

If information were edible I’d have put on about 1000 pounds in the past year. The newspapers, the TV, my family, friends, even people...

What Will You Do When Technology Steals Your Job?

The coming self-driving vehicle revolution will eliminate millions of jobs from the economy. Not only will jobs like taxi-driver (and Uber driver) and truck...

A Goldfish Story

  I never told you about the time I ate Fred the goldfish. Fred was Karl Needlemeyer’s goldfish, who we usually only watched swimming around...

Wheels

My first set of wheels was a red Radio Flyer wagon. My grandpa used to drag me to the butcher and the fish store...

In The Cloud

More and more of my life is in the cloud. I’m not sure what the cloud is, or why the geeky powers-that-be have decided...