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B's not home, so I'm watching Family Guy. He hates it. Thinks it's the lowest form of humor. I think laughing at people who accidentally trip is the lowest form of humor, but I do it anyway. It's mostly a lack of self control. And that's why I laugh at Family Guy. Bad things are funny. I also laughed my ass off at Twilight and an entire day of the Hallmark channel. And of course...my favorite thing to sing in the shower is Eddie Murphy's Boogie in Your Butt. So I'll be damned if that randomly British cartoon baby and his deformed head doesn't crack my shit up.But, you know, it's not all lowbrow all the time around here. I've been known to actually guffaw at Wes Anderson films and Dylan Moran in Black Books slays me. Abbott and Costello can be quoted ad nauseam. I grin for all 22 minutes of a Flight of the Conchords episode. I drop whatever I'm doing if Terry shows up on Reno 911. Never missed an episode of 30 Rock (without watching it online later). Tommy Boy and Clerks remains the most influential films of my formative teenage years. Bringing Up Baby still puts me in stitches, though viewed a kajillion times. I know quality.But I don't like The Three Stooges. To put it bluntly...I don't get it. It's just not funny. Not funny at all.
Where's the writing? How do you fashion a script out of "woops" and "woe woe woe"s? And how does the gag not get old by the second time chubby half-bald man gets poked in the eyes after having his hair pulled? Someone needs to explain it to me.In the meantime, I spent, like, a half an hour linking to crap to support my various arguments. Just so you don't have to. Enjoy.
I'm not sure when I first saw The Office. I think I caught it on BBC America way back when (which I watch constantly, since I suffer from a severe case of Anglophilia) and became immediately obsessed. One day, way back in 2005, the Waif showed me that Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant would be doing a free podcast with this dude named Karl Pilkington. And so I listened. And I loved it.They released a book of convos from the podcast and whatnot and the Waif got it for me at Christmas. And one morning...I think Thursday or Friday of last week, I was reading an excerpt about how Plato's knowledge killed him because he was on holiday walking on a beach and a bird dropped an egg on his head. If he hadn't been so smart, he would've had to work instead of taking holidays so he would've lived. Yes. That's what I was reading. And I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to die. Just a little.So, who is Karl Pilkington? He's just a guy. A guy that Ricky and Stephen met in a radio studio years ago and realized is the funniest human on Earth. And a complete moron. Probably the deepest moron you'll ever encounter, but a moron, nonetheless.Anyway. You have to hear him before you read him...or you won't be able to mentally attach his voice to the transcript. So here. Enjoy:
http://www.mediafire.com/?0w1yubmqy4l
Don't say I never gave you anything.
Where's the writing? How do you fashion a script out of "woops" and "woe woe woe"s? And how does the gag not get old by the second time chubby half-bald man gets poked in the eyes after having his hair pulled? Someone needs to explain it to me.
