Posts under ‘Note’

… if this is any accurate at all, then Ken Auletta took the ideologically rigid snob ball and ran for a touchdown.
In and of itself, “I think we’ll see more comedy coming out of China” is just a dumb thing to say. There is already plenty of comedy in China — wait for it — [...]

Huge thanks and love to Tufts and those who saw us last night.

Great comedy deserves to be shared; whether or not we’re the ones producing it is besides the point.

We discovered that when the full moon runs out of Lycanthropic-related ideas, the local burrito place becomes a full-on, get-your-actual-freak-on-in-an-actual-burrito-place dance club, complete with women throwing their hair and the tops of dress shirts left to the elements. Kind of reminds me of the time Clinton fell asleep in a cheap strip joint grading papers [...]

via FP:
So, five years later, I have a half-assed blog question to ask — did Jon Stewart hurt America by driving these shows off the air?
If you’re expecting a lengthy defense of the Crossfire format right now, well, you’re going to be disappointed. My point rather, is to question what replaced these kinds [...]

After dutifully ignoring Amy Sedaris, Tina Fey, Elaine May, Sarah Silverman, Samantha Bee, Kristen Wig, Lily Tomlin, Gilda Radner, Jane Curtain, Sally Hawkins, Joan Rivers and — I’m sure — countless others in a certain article, Christopher Hitchens returns to The Atlantic with  “Cheap Laughs.”
It is difficult to ascertain a thesis or even a sense [...]

Just to let you guys know what my current thinking on the matter: right now, my definition of a “season” is going to be a selection of “Best Of” material with material conscientiously written for the “season.” That means that everything is going to be posted, but what ends up going into the season will [...]

Season 2 on the way.

Stephen Weissmann, M.D., offers us a new biography on Charlie Chaplin, Chaplin.
The book is fairly straightforward: it is a stringently post-Freudian reading of Chaplin’s life and work, but it brought us to this point: while creative acts can produce therapeutic balms, and while we write with great deference to speech therapy, music therapy, and all [...]

Come on, now. David Letterman is not Don Imus, Mel Gibson, Michael Richards, a politician, shock jock, or Bill O’Reilly. He is David Letterman — he is himself, not a one of these spurious analogies — the inheritor of Steve Allen, Johnny Carson, and Ernie Kovacs.
I haven’t seen this mentioned anywhere, but if I was [...]