Friday, July 17, 2026

Does Your CEO Have A Sense of Humor?

 


The most successful people I know have a good sense of humor. I’ve been studying and writing about the philosophy of humor and gone so far as to change my name to Laughing — as a literal, philosophical joke experiment — just to get a laugh. 

I’m still waiting. In the meantime, I’m making myself laugh. Not at other people, not my style. But at ideas and being confident enough to play publicly, which is entirely what this blog has been since 2011. I wanted to make myself publicly accountable for the jokes I was telling, to build a repository, and to really explore why people laugh, its benefits, its pitfalls, its use, and its deeper meaning into what we call human nature.

For me, that’s a thing of fascination. Not so much the humor, tho I love a good laugh. But exploring human nature. I often tell my friends to just go for it. Build an old school blog and share whatever comes to mind. I did it. Under the guise of humor. It’s easy. What it does is teach you about yourself in a way that you — and now ai — can index. It’s fascinating to observe society’s evolution and with it our own. 

Sometimes HTTF is funny-haha, sometimes it’s funny-she was tying too fast and lost me, and other times it’s funny-interesting πŸ€” in a let me think about that more. Hence the tag line at the top of this blog. Things that make us think. πŸ’­ 

Mostly for anyone who is reading, take a chance. Be silly. Allow yourself to serve as a friendly and respectful laugh to the people who need it most. 

Your philosophies will need to be updated as a result of seeing how easy life can feel, even when everyone else’s narrative would sound dreadful. Good to consider. 




Friday Coffee ☕️





The line at the coffee shop hadn’t moved in four minutes, which was long enough to notice the man in front of me was reading a battered copy of Middlemarch — the sign of someone who commits to things, I thought. 


“Slow going?” I asked, nodding at the book.


“Third time through,” he said. “I already know how it ends. I just like taking my time getting there.”


“That’s a lot of patience for one book.”


“Patience is kind of my whole personality,” he said. “I once alphabetized my spice rack. For fun. On a Tuesday.”


“Sounds like a very Tuesday thing to do.”


We laughed. 


The line inched forward. He asked what I was reading. I admitted I was between books — “in a bit of a dry spell,” I said, and immediately regretted the phrase. He didn’t laugh, exactly. Just filed it away, the way you’d dog-ear a page.


“You should try something with a strong opening,” he finally said. “I’m very particular. I like to know within the first page whether it’s worth my time.”


“That’s a lot of pressure to put on an opening line.”



“I’ve never had any complaints.”


Cheeky, I thought. 


By now we were close enough to the register that I could hear the barista rattling off syrups — vanilla, caramel, something seasonal and delicious — and he still hadn’t looked at the menu. Not once.


“You haven’t even glanced at the board,” I said.


“I already know what I want.”


Feeling a bit sassy: 


“I like a man who knows what he wants,” I said. “Preferably from the menu. And preferably quickly — the line’s getting long.”


He smiled, turned to the barista. Ordered a plain black coffee, no adjustments, no apologies.


“Uh, that’s a bit boring,” I joked.


“Efficient,” he said. “I save the interesting decisions for later.”


He held the door for me on the way out. Didn’t ask for my number. Just said, “See you Friday” — like he already knew I’d be back same time, same place, same everything.


I hadn’t told him I came here on Fridays.


Thursday, July 16, 2026

An Ode To Friendship

 

Inspired by Kahlil Gibran—From The Prophet (1923). 


An Ode to Friendship 


And a young woman said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And she answered, saying:

Your friend is the welcome answer to your heart’s true needs.
She is your garden, sown with love and gathered with gratitude.
She is your table, your hearth, and the warmth beside you.
You come to her with an open heart, and together you enter peace.

When your friend speaks her truth, your own truth rises freely to meet hers.
In her quiet presence, your heart continues its conversation with her heart.
Within friendship, thoughts, desires, and hopes unfold and are shared in luminous joy.

When you journey beyond one another’s presence, love brings her essence into clearer view.
For what you cherish in her appears with new clarity, as the mountain reveals its full beauty from the open plain.

Let friendship deepen the spirit.
For love reveals its own mystery through freedom, generosity, and grace.

Offer your friend the fullness of who you are.
When she knows the rhythm of your tides, let her also know the radiance of your rising waters.
Seek your friend with hours made alive by your presence.
Bring her the time in which both of you may flourish.
For friendship receives your needs and expands the abundance within you.

And in the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter and pleasures shared.
For in the dew of little things, the heart discovers its morning and is renewed.


Addicted to Nostalgia 🎢


 

My mother recently handed me a small archive of my modeling work from the late 1980s: a Jordache jeans campaign and photographs from Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” music video. She has held onto my photos and artefacts for years. Moms are cool like that. 

Nostalgia rocks our brains 🧠 🎢 

Nostalgia is more than looking backward. Brain-imaging research shows that nostalgic experiences engage the hippocampus, which supports autobiographical memory, alongside reward regions including the ventral striatum and the dopamine-producing substantia nigra/ventral tegmental area. 

According to experts in this field, the stronger the coordination between memory and reward systems, the stronger a person’s reported experience of nostalgia. 

Regions associated with self-reflection also participate, which may explain why an old photograph can recover a whole lot more than an event. It can recover our former sense of self.

Researchers propose that when a personally significant memory is recalled and experienced as rewarding, the association between the memory and its emotional value may be reinforced. 

That remains a developing model rather than a settled account, but it offers a compelling explanation for nostalgia’s peculiar force: remembering can renew our connection to the person who originally lived the memory.


If you have an archive of photos from last year or decades ago, consider this a prompt: consult with your family archivist — unless you’re the archivist, in which case consult with yourself — and pull out some old photos for yourself or someone else. Might as well spread the dopamine-producing (feel-good) neurotransmitters! 🀩 


For those who want to read more: 

The principal research is the study of hippocampal-reward-system coactivation during nostalgia and a later review developing the broader neural model. Oba et al., Social Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience⁠; Yang et al., Social Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience⁠.


Monday, July 13, 2026

What Happens When You Seize The Day?


When I am feeling happy, I laugh about the times when I was grumpy. From the comfortable distance of a better mood, yesterday's irritations lose their authority over my emotions. They shrink into small, badly managed shelf kingdoms ruled by someone who put them on the shelf and then in reflection, looks suspiciously like me. 

When I am in fact a bit on the grumpy side, however, I prefer my wit served with a side of slapstick. Subtlety can come back when it has brought some snacks to share. On those days, I want something to fall over. I'm not saying pies are involved, but they aren't not involved either. Gravity should always accept some responsibility because I mostly blame it for what it's doing to my bioenergetic mechanism - even on good days. 



So, what does that have to do with the comic above? Well, the comic began with a graph showing the total pageviews for my blog. The line was mostly ordinary until June 22nd when with tremendous confidence, the line increased. My mind flipped that over and instantly I was making fun of myself, saying well that was the day I actually seized the day. Or thought I was. 

That made me laugh. It's what happens perhaps when you read a lot of data. You start giving graphs backstories. I don't have to make myself laugh. I just laugh. My brain seems to be predisposed to it. 


This dude claims to be wired towards humor. Perhaps better said is that he's a typical wise-arse, and that wise-arsery makes him laugh. It does me too, within reason. 

Going back to the graph. Most people read pageviews with one thought in mind: getting more. When I first started getting pageviews on HTTF, my immediate thought was "Why are all these people coming to my blog?" Followed by "Don't they have anything better to do?" 

Remember that bit about wise-arsery? Well, this may be an adjacent example of that same mindset. Anyhow, I just kept writing and people just kept visiting. The last time I checked, back in 2014-2016, something like that, the blog went from 20 million to 33 million to 44 million within a short window. But then one day, the spike hit the opposite direction. Google changed its algorithm and my pageviews went down to 0. 

Wow. For someone who didn't really pay much attention to pageviews, all of a sudden it had my full attention. If digital currency could be reset, the implications were broad. In protest, and to start my test over, I deleted all 7k+ followers I had on FB. I removed 80% of my connections on Twitter. I deleted all 10k+ followers I had on Insta. And then I stopped blogging and drew comics instead. I recently resumed posting on HTTF but haven't yet recorded another spike of the magnitudes I saw during that original window, except for June 22nd. Not sure why. I didn't even post that day. Plus, I don't advertise and only a handfull of my colleagues even know (or care) about my humor experiment. I don't follow traditional posting rules. I post whenever I have time or a thought I want to record. That is about 2% of my week. 

2026 Reset: 
  • 47 followers
  • 1450 posts
  • 272 comments
  • All Time: 2,781,900 
  • Today: 1,526 (13:01 UTC-7)
  • Yesterday: 6,086
  • This Month: 50,099
  • Last Month: 180,662

Above this point I'm walking through the explanation of how this comic came to be - with a side of backstory. This is why explaining humor ruins jokes. Explanation promises clarity, then escorts the joke into a brightly lit poorly decorated little room with two guys and a lie detector. By the time everyone understands exactly why that moment was funny, the joke has requested legal counsel. 

Still, the comic says something true about perspective. The same line can represent ascent or descent depending on how we show up. The same day can feel triumphant while we were living it and ridiculous when we remember it later. Or another day when we thought we performed poorly, we record the highest level of documented EBITDA. 

Now that's funny. 





 

Saturday, July 11, 2026

What Is Your Play Signature?


People express play differently. Some create imaginary worlds. Some make puns. Some invent rituals. Some transform tension with one exquisitely timed sentence. Others conduct small domestic operations involving googly eyes, ransom notes, or the relocation of an object by two inches each day.

No one is always playful. That would be sheer hyperbole. Often enough is sufficient for a recognizable pattern.

These patterns are best understood as play signatures, rather than permanent personality types. A signature is recognizable without being fixed. It changes with trust, culture, age, stress, and relationship. You may play differently with a child, a partner, a sibling, a colleague, a friend, or a dog who has been appointed regional manager of the kitchen leftovers department. 🐢 

Read the following descriptions and notice where you recognize yourself.

1. The Recognition Player

Recognition Players show affection by noticing.

They remember the expression you make before disagreeing politely. They know which phrase will make you laugh during a difficult conversation. They notice the salient detail everyone else omitted. 

Their humor is specific. A generic joke has limited value to them. They prefer the joke that could only have been made for this person, within this relationship, at this moment.

Inside jokes belong here. To everyone else, the reference may remain illusive. To the two people in on the joke, the file is complete.

The loving message beneath Recognition Play is: I see the details that make you you.

This form of play is attention wearing a party hat. It is also one of the clearest expressions of a principle explored in the article “Humor is Love”: we love a person rather than a type of person, and the humor that reaches us most deeply is often equally specific.  

2. The World-Maker

World-Makers express affection through imagination.

They give objects personalities. They invent histories for strangers seen across a restaurant. They create voices for animals and assign motives to malfunctioning appliances. A delayed flight becomes a territorial dispute between the airport and time itself.

The R46 Stick Figures live naturally in this field. A few lines and a heart create enough structure for an entire philosophical thought experiment. The reader supplies what the image deliberately leaves open.

A joke may also function as a seed without literally being one. Something said casually at breakfast may grow into a family character, a yearly tradition, or a story repeated for decades. The original moment disappears from view, while its form continues living elsewhere.

The World-Maker’s message is: Your imagination is a place I enjoy visiting.

World-Making Play loves by helping playfulness love on. 

3. The Benevolent Mischief-Maker

Benevolent Mischief-Makers create safe surprise.

They hide a gift and leave clues. They put eyes on household products. They compose ransom notes for toys. They answer an ordinary question with something dramatically unnecessary.

In an early Raising Funny Kids essay, I described hiding my children’s toys and sending ransom notes because my son found the operation hilarious. The game worked because he understood its structure. The toy was safe. The parent was trustworthy. The apparent crisis existed entirely for shared amusement.  

This is the ethical foundation of good mischief. Surprise creates excitement, while the relationship preserves security.

The Benevolent Mischief-Maker’s message is: I know where your boundaries are, and I know how to surprise you inside them.

This form of play depends upon timing, social perception, and restraint. Loving mischief protects dignity, welcomes refusal, and leaves everyone with a story worth keeping.

The finest prank increases affection and produces minimal paperwork.

4. The Reframer

Reframers help other people carry difficult moments.

They hear the strain in a conversation and find the one absurd detail that gives everyone room to breathe. They turn a frustrating experience into a story. They recognize that an event can remain serious while the people living through it retain permission to laugh.

When the first interpretation turns everyone to stone, the Reframer quietly supplies Plan B.

This capacity is central to the philosophy of Happy Thoughts Travel Fast. Humor changes our relation to a moment by restoring levity where thought has become rigid. It introduces another angle without erasing the underlying experience. It lightens burdens, inspires hope, and connects us to others by making more than one interpretation available.  

The Reframer’s message is: You do not have to hold this alone or in only one way.

A difficult day can also contain a ridiculous email. Grief can coexist with a story that makes the whole family laugh. A failed plan can become the origin story of an unexpectedly good adventure.

Sometimes love rewrites The Night Before Christmas πŸŽ„ and replaces all the characters with the ongoing jokes the family shared when they were playing poker ♥️ drunk as 🦨 

Reframing is affection expressed as regained perspective.

5. The Idea Player

Idea Players show love by inviting minds to move together.

They enjoy riddles, puns, philosophical questions, speculative scenarios, unusual comparisons, and arguments conducted with enough warmth that everyone still gets dessert. They may ask what Socrates would think of social media, whether a Wi-Fi password constitutes domestic intimacy, or whether Snow White’s dwarfs are separate individuals or competing dimensions of one consciousness.

For the Idea Player, thinking together is closeness.

They may prolong the game by asking for one more premise, followed by another, followed by a rule explaining why the previous premise applies. The conclusion waits patiently while the conversation continues. The delay is not necessarily resistance. Sometimes the path around the conclusion is where all the interesting things are located.

The same mind may be considered disruptive in a classroom, difficult in a seminar, and delightful over dinner. The activity has retained its origin while acquiring a different social function.

In “Fostering Playful Humor,” I wrote about playful forms requiring children to consider alternate modes of expression and combine ideas that ordinary categories keep apart. This is the intellectual movement behind Idea Play.  

The Idea Player’s message is: Your mind interests me, and I want to see where it goes.

They are frequently accused of overthinking. They regard this as an opening proposition.

6. The Ritual Player

Ritual Players build affection through repetition.

They create the song sung every birthday, the phrase used before a family trip, the dance performed when dinner turns out well, the annual photograph, the recurring joke, the secret handshake, or the household rule that someone must announce “Release the hounds” before letting out one extremely small dog.

Repetition turns a playful act into shared history.

The Ritual Player’s message is: I remember us, and I intend to keep remembering.

These rituals often appear trivial to outsiders because outsiders lack the accumulated context. Within the relationship, they function as compressed memory. One phrase can retrieve an entire holiday, friendship, marriage, childhood, or chapter of family life.

The ritual may move from spoken words to a message, from a message to a drawing, from a drawing to a tradition. The forms are visibly different, yet a common structure remains.

Ritual Play gives continuity a recognizable sound.