I never thought I'd spend a half hour of my life reading an interview with Gallagher, but I have. And it is quite funny. Who knew that the guy who makes asinine observational jokes (the kind that make Jerry Seinfeld's observational humor seem absolutely profound) and then smashes fruit is such a social commentator. I mean, when he makes the point - and makes it and makes it - that the reason he doesn't get love and admiration is because Americans just champion mediocrity, and that's why people just don't really "get" his humor, well, he's obviously right. Prop comics like Gallagher and Carrot Top rise above mediocrity but go unloved because we are just too mediocre and bland to get these profound purveyors of high comedy and performance. (To be fair, he does make, buried in the ranting, a few points which I think are good and that I agree with.)
This interview made my day (though my God that's a sad statement, isn't it). The guy is like the Harlan Ellison of gimmicky fuck fruit smashing prop comedy.
28 December 2009
I've noticed a troubling trend in my life lately. Whenever I'm listening to some new band/artist, or (rarely) watching something new with some actor/actress or interview subject and I think enough to do a Wikipedia check to see perhaps what else they've been in or what other albums they've released, and then I see what year they were born in and it is later than my year of birth...my heart sinks. Looking up some musician earlier I saw they were born in 1985. 1985?!?!? Am I too old to like them then? This must be a symptom of being ten months away from turning thirty. Even worse would be seeing some cute musician or something and then seeing that she was born in like 1988...being not only a bit younger than me but yet not actually technically "too" young. It used to be people 8 and 10 years younger than me were, like, way young. What the hell?!?!?
I work next to a crematorium, and ever so often out the office window I see black smoke. I know this to mean that someone is being cremated. Nothing like a reminder of mortality while I'm at work playing online poker bored out of my mind (I am currently looking for another job). But when it is at last my time to go, my family can take comfort in planning my final resting arrangements - Wal-Mart now sells caskets. In a new section on their website called, appropriately, "Funeral" (it is, oddly, a subsection under the heading "For The Home").
12 December 2009
This is really great. A minimal design project of TV show prints that I guess is distilling an idea of each of these shows into a most minimal design. I don't like just about any of these shows (and I can't figure out what a few of them even mean as a result) but the design project is awesome. The ones for MacGiver and Monk I'm especially fond of.