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Ever notice how TV personalities are greeted with applause every time they enter the room, and their jokes are always laughed at, even when they are not funny? (Thought so.)
With a Home Laugh Track, everyone will be able to live at this level of luxury!
The device will be equipped with motion
sensors near each door, and microphones. Walk into a room and stop, you are greeted with applause and cheering.... Whenever the microphones detect a pause in your speech, the air will be filled with laughter of random intensity, regardless of the funniness of your quips. (Just like on on TV!)
Film Noir Home
http://www.halfbake.../Film_20Noir_20Home
Kind of halfbaked. The concept of 'skins' for the FNH has been well-explored in the annotations [hippo, Aug 17 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
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In my baked brains post-production studio, this is neverending. |
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How about a room where, when you walk in, everything suddenly goes quiet? |
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At the university I attended, basketball was a big deal. Before each home game, the student press would pick one of the opposing players as the "designated opponenent" (d.o.) Usually it was the player with the highest combination of inexperience and importance to the team. Throughout the game, whenever the d.o. touched the ball, the crowd noise would instantly go from a deafening roar to hear-a-pin-drop silence. The noise would return only when the ball left the d.o.'s hands. He would usually have his worst game of the season that night. |
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I want a Home Wacky Boing Machine, so whenever I do something stupid, such as viciously hit myself in the crotch with a large object, fall over after stepping on something even slightly spongier than the carpet, or hit my head on something, it'll be like <name of country>'s Funniest Home Videos, where pain and involuntary sterilisation are FUNNY. Not many people know that you instantly become desensitised to all pain when you hear a wacky boing sound. |
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The Home Wacky Boing Machine would detect loud noises, grunts, exclamations of surprise, shock, or pain, and unleash a comically timed wacky boing noise from a range of hundreds of the finest wacky boings, each tested on representative audiences consisting of chimps with air horns. |
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In many situations, the Home Laugh Track and the Home Wacky Boing Machine would complement each other, providing for the full range of comedic entertainment from kitschy slapstick through traditional family sitcoms, right up to edgy intellectual misunderstood masterpieces. For those who live alone, and don't spend much time talking to themselves, the Home Laugh Track wouldn't get much use, while the Home Wacky Boing Machine would stay funny right up to the end of the emergency room visit. |
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I LIKE IT!
Anything that makes my life more intersting and weird is a good idea. |
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I can't believe it. I just thought of this idea about six months ago, and finally I found the perfect forum to tell people about it, BUT SOMEBODY has already thought of it. It's a GREAT idea, but I think the system should have some artificial intelligence built in to determine whether or not the person is trying to be funny. I don't think it should play the laugh track for just any old comment. I do like it playing upon entering, as that could definitely cheer me up. And it should also sense physical comedy. Nothing would be funnier than when your fat mother-in-law splits her pants while bending over, and sensing it, the laugh track begins blaring full blast! |
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I had this happen to me once. Upon my entrance into a bar, all the patrons started applauding me, enthusiastically and sincerely. For me, it was mostly damned confusing. They weren't playing a game--they meant it. I'd never been in there before, and seldom go into bars. I was on a date, which was also a seldom thing, so I thought that might be the cause for celebration, but again, they all had no way of knowing that. I then asked my date if she knew these people, but she said not.
Someone finally pointed out the door to the parking lot, where I could see my car under a streetlight. The penny finally dropped. A few minutes earlier, not realizing I could be seen from the bar, I'd taken my brand-new juggling clubs out of the car and (a) thoroughly tried them out, and (b) impressed my date. I'd evidently impressed the people in the bar, too. |
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