Ernie & Jinaya
I was chewing on this idea: humor is basically a misdirection, a tiny chaos that arranges itself into a pattern—like a prank that turns into a puzzle. What do you think about the symmetry of a good punchline?
Humor is a tiny whirl that flips the expected pattern, so the punchline is the moment the twist folds back and the whole shape snaps into one neat surprise, like a hidden line that finally appears.
Nice, but I’d rather keep the twist in the air, like a bad joke that just keeps echoing.