Some days, I don’t know why I do the things I do.

Today is such a day. Today I am attempting to teach comedy. Mostly, I’m trying to teach about the different styles and genres within it, but I try to keep things interesting. My current student (who, right now, is sitting here reading an old copy of The Hobbit that I didn’t know I had) told me, without question, that a lot of writers weren’t funny. Terry Pratchett, he said, was boring. The Wee Free Men especially. Having not read The Wee Free Men I couldn’t say he was on crack, but the teacher at school, probably motivated by all the adults who thought it was funny and excellent, has him reading it. I don’t know. Adults. Who would trust them. Anyhow, I think the Hobbit is rubbish as well, but for some reason, I also have a copy of the parody, the Soddit, which I honestly couldn’t tell you when I bought or for why.

But, it’s a parody, right, and it’s educational, right–well, now it is–and already, the student has stopped to say that the Hobbit is funnier than the Soddit, which I’m fairly sure was not the intention when I came up with this plan.

Oh well.

In a moment I’m going to make him write a parody of War of the Worlds.