Philosophies, like dogs, seem to become like their owners, or vice versa. Ideas seem to code for certain ways of having them: one term for the study of this is phenomenology.
One of the ways I realized I was amongst Buddhists at the Anthropological Association conference in San Francisco was that there was a lot of laughter when I spoke, laughter from the front row. Oh finally someone gets my twisted humor, I thought. The last time this happened was at OOOII in LA.
Schopenhauer lays out a wonderful, pedantic and therefore funny, exploration of different kinds of humor. Humor comes from the phenomenon–thing gap. Likewise in Freud, the gap between conscious and unconscious content.
One of the things that drew me to Graham Harman's work was that his prose made me laugh. A lot.
I have a hypothesis. Laruellians have no sense of humor. The reason for this is that there are no gaps in a reality that is radically immanent. Prove me wrong.
NB: careful how you prove me wrong. If you jump all over me again ... :) (GOTO top of post)