There seems to be a dearth of jokes portraying the editing profession. We editors practice an intense vocation. Over years and years of copy-editing and proofing, so much grammatical crud deposits upon us that we begin to resemble intellectual gargoyles - with eyeglasses and pens - poring over parchments with a sense of hellish vengeance. Every day you learn something new and every day some standard changes. The learning curve is unending and arches over a limitless stylistic landscape. Humour, in the life of an editor, if any, is dark and grammatically correct. But there is no denying that our obsessive-compulsive profession has its moments of quintessential humour, laced with shock, awe, irony, disgust and downright despair. I hereby 'solemnly' declare -- yes, editors can be funny too! (in a weird sort of way) :)
My colleague R was inspired to search for jokes from our profession after reading my previous post about Emma and her numbskull suitor. It was a not an easy task. However, she unearthed a few good ones. I'm reproducing one here and giving the link to a few more collected by Picapolemics.
My colleague R was inspired to search for jokes from our profession after reading my previous post about Emma and her numbskull suitor. It was a not an easy task. However, she unearthed a few good ones. I'm reproducing one here and giving the link to a few more collected by Picapolemics.
A reporter dies and goes to journalist heaven, where St. Peter issues him a harp and a set of moderate-sized wings. "These seem kind of small," the reporter complains. "Well," says St. Peter, "Wing size here is determined by how much abuse you suffered in your earthly life. See that guy with the butterfly-sized wings? He was a publisher. And the person with condor-sized wings? She was a night city editor."See more here - http://www.geocities.com/picapolemics/jokes.html
Just then a squadron of F-16s roars overhead, forcing the two to hit the dirt.
St. Peter stands up, dusts himself off and mutters: "Damn copy editors."
