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As I was browsing the Disney Channel’s schedule of upcoming shows the other day, I came across the following synopsis for an episode of Even Stevens:

“Louis starts a Lumberjack Club at school so he can eat pancakes.”

Unfortunately, that sentence came back to me when I was sitting in a meeting at work and everyone around the table wanted to know why I had a huge grin on my face. But, for some reason, when I tried to explain, my colleagues didn’t find it nearly as amusing as I did.

Beans smelling a spoon...

So, like an idiot, I started expounding on the genius of Band on the Roof and Influenza: The Musical and the more I tried to explain, the more everyone looked at me like I was a lunatic.

So, just in case you find yourself in the same situation, here’s a bit of advice: Never try to explain Beans to a conference room full of middle managers.

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    jenny

    December 1, 2006 11:49 AM

    If the humor of this sentence has to be explained to you, then you’re no friend of mine.

    (Which may be a good thing. For you.)

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    Kate

    December 1, 2006 6:37 PM

    Had I been in the same situation, I would not have been able to exercise such classy restraint.

    I would have LAUGHED. ALOUD. STRIDENTLY.

    And, as you can imagine, I would have also endeavored to explain what was SOOOO funny. Unfortunately, it would have taken three hours and segued somehow into my outrage that Pluto is no longer considered a planet and how I have the sheet music to He’s a Lumberjack and He’s Okay in GERMAN.

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    ames

    December 4, 2006 11:22 AM

    I want to know what triggered this memory during a meeting of middle managers?

    Were you hungry for pancakes?

    Were you hungry for bacon? (BEANS: “Mmm bacon.”)

    Did someone bear traces of maple syrup on their fingers, leftover from breakfast, and when they moved their hands, the fragrance wafted upward to your nostril receptors? I hate it when that happens.

    Was someone wearing a plaid flannel shirt?

    What was the trigger?!

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    Alex

    December 5, 2006 5:50 PM

    Um.. for me, any everyday business meeting sitting around a table might be trigger enough for wistful escape into the Land of Disney.

    And Pluto is a planet. No wait, he’s a dog.. er..

    While we are talking about Disney.. the copyright on Mickey Mouse is soon coming into expiration, and Disney will likely lobby, as they successfully have twice before, to keep it in their Copyright. I am against that. Disney is the reason that intellectual property rights span a number of years far in excess of rights for inventions. I think they should be the same, but in any case I might like to write a petition of opinion against the speculation of Disney further lobbying, and I just found this site that lets you create petitions. Hmmm..

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    emily

    December 6, 2006 2:23 PM

    May I just add that to Alex’s comment that there doesn’t necessarily have to be a big trigger?

    I will be taking notes in a class or casually walking amongst iPod-laden students (being without one myself) to class, when all the sudden I recall a funny line from a movie/tv show/family gathering and get a huge grin on my face. This proves painfully awkward, since others just kind of look at me as though I’m the “special” kid in the front row, or “what the heck is she smiling about? She’s walking by herself to class! (Without an iPod!!!)”

    I think it’s so unfair that these spontaneous smiles/bursts of laughter can’t come at more convenient times…or that I can’t control them when they come at inconvenient times.