A Comedy To Those Who Think.

The new Get Smart Again movie hits theaters today.

If my "rally cap" was to give me a touch more "hearing juice", I would make be my privilege and honour to make it the first movie of my comeback.

Since I fell a few steps backwards in my comprehension level, I will wait until my mapping on Monday to see if I can make the giant leap into the world of moving pictures on big screens with Dolby sound.

Janet suggested that the Get Smart Again movie be my inaugural movie since my sudden and profound deafness last September. Her raison d'etre of course is the "Cone of Silence".

I chose the name for my blog when I started blogging this year, because of the way I view the world.
To me, it just seemed like I was sitting in a cone of silence, like the re-occurring joke device from Get Smart, an American comedy television series from the 1960's. My world was in total and stunning silence, yet the comedy of life was happening constantly.
I never viewed my deafness as a tragedy. Unfortunate, yes. Bothersome, of course. But not a tragedy.

I read this quote, early on my deaf days and it stuck with me: "The World, wrote 18th-century author Horace Walploe, is a comedy to those who think, and a tragedy to those who feel".
I am a big thinker I suspect.

So while I "lived" in a cone of silence, the world seemed ridiculously funny.
I observed people flaying around in cars, circling the streets in bikes, hauling kids around while talking on cell phones and texting on crackberries. It seemed insane and funny all at the same time.
My newly honed observation skills became spidey like senses as I caught nose pickers in cars, verbal lashings at bus stops, "read" conversations as people spoke in their bluetooth devices. I was reading lips a mile a minute and catching the most unbelievable "conversations" in my new silent world. Life all of a sudden seemed funny as hell to me!

What used to be mundane in my hearing life, provided me with gut busting laughter in my new "cone of silence"

From stories in life like what seemed like a week to walk form one end of the giant sized new super Wally World. To the ever popular "Store is now dead to me" Depot taking away my fridge because they didn't like my deaf attitude. Life just seemed funnier some how in this world.

I watched in hilarity how people reacted to my deafness. They spoke louder and louder as I looked in amusement and amazement at their actions.
I loved the medical profession and their bewilderment at times at what to do with a deaf guy.
"Can he drive"?
"Should he be allowed out in the streets by himself"?
Doctors would try getting closer to me to try ears again each time. My God what do they eat for breakfast?
They would talk to my wife as if I was not even in the room.
All I could do was laugh my ass off at times.
It kept me sane.

It made sense to name my blog "Life in A Cone Of Silence".
It was and is the perfect blend of the silly comedy of life, and the funny Get Smart prop offered, and the reality of my stunning silence at times as life plays out it's concerto.
Plus it is a cool gizmo and I am a gadget guy!

The cone of silence from the 60's has the perfect story to match my life. Invented by "Professor Cone", the device is designed to protect the most secret of conversations (aka "C.O.S. security risks") by enshrouding its users within a transparent sound-proof shield. Unfortunately, Control had purchased the device from a "discount place" rather than the federal government, so it has never worked properly.
That would mirror my life in so many ways. "David we can get make you better, and we found the technology in a dollar store. Naturally, this frustrating situation provides fuel for comedy.
It would be my life to purchase my cone from "The store that is dead to me now" spit,! and not be able to put it together properly.
The "cone" does have a retro look to it, and might match my fridge.


So it is with great anticipation, and with the expectations of total silliness, and crappy sound through my rally cap, that I will do my damnedest to Get Smart Again.

Warmly,

David