Saturday, April 28, 2012
Ghost Story
This young girl was at her parent's house all alone. And this guy kept calling and saying he was going to kill her. So the cops traced the call and they told her, "The call is coming from upstairs! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!"
But she didn't get out of the house. She lived there for the next fifteen years, long after most of her friends had already bought their own homes and started families. The creepy murderer still called every now and then and he'd say things like, "Aren't you a little old to still be living at home?"
Then one dark, stormy night, as lightning tore the sky and thundered in the dark hills she got invited to her best friend's wedding—but she couldn't find a date so she had to ask the telephone creeper to go with her. And when he showed up he had a ponytail—but not a cool ponytail. After they met in person he stopped calling her, and then SHE started making creepy phone calls to HIM, until one night she called and a woman answered. She sounded pretty.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Smells Like Teen Spirit
I also strongly disagree with his assertion that a good comic should be able to kill in any room. If that's your goal, then you can't do weird experimental stuff, you're limiting yourself. If alternative comedy was actually worthless, people wouldn't go to alternative shows, there would be no scene. The movement's existence shows that performers and audiences alike are hungry for a new type of comedy, and I admire comics who are willing to venture into that unexplored territory. I agree that alternative comedy has its own tropes and weaknesses—such as when comics pretend to be more nervous than they are, or tell jokes that are intentionally unfunny—but it doesn't have any more than mainstream comedy.
You could argue that the alternative scene is a reaction against traditional standup; it's mean spiritedness, vulgarity, homophobia, sexism, and general lack of creativity. Bill Burr's rant proves that all those flaws are still entrenched in mainstream comedy. His unwillingness to accept alternative comedy proves the movement's relevance.
Illustration by Tom Gauld
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The Ministry of Secret Jokes
The Ministry of Secret Jokes is this Wednesday, April 18, 8pm, upstairs at Fergie's Pub, 1214 Sansom St.
Monday, April 16, 2012
The Quietest Room in the World
Holy crap, this is awesome:
There’s a room in the U.S that’s so quiet it becomes unbearable after a short time. The longest that anyone has survived in the ‘anechoic chamber’ at Orfield Laboratories in South Minneapolis is just 45 minutes.
It’s 99.99 per cent sound absorbent and holds the Guinness World Record for the world’s quietest place, but stay there too long and you may start hallucinating.
photo by Walker Pickering
Friday, April 13, 2012
Austin, Texas
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Ti West and Bedbugs
In November Louis CK released his fourth full-length comedy special, Live at the Beacon Theater, as a direct download on his website. No distribution partner, no expensive marketing plan, no TV support, nothing but word of mouth and internet buzz. The low overhead of self-distributing the special allowed him to offer it for the unusually low price of $5. The special made over a million dollars by the end of December and is still selling strong.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
D.H. Lawrence, Snake
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before
me.
He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of
the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.
Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second comer, waiting.