This man taught his cat how to use instant messaging. Big mistake.
If you “like” the New Yorker Facebook page, then hit the “Facebook Exclusives” link on the left side of that page, you can watch a 97-minute panel with the entire cast and the creator of Arrested Development. Lots of great tidbits about the show and fun news about the prospect of a movie. I was planning to listen to 10 minutes of this. That was 97 minutes ago.
It’s 2am and I need to be asleep, not helplessly giggling at a YouTube video. Too bad, sucka. Paste/Sauce.
Two unrelated videos that made me laugh tonight:
I don’t know if this story is true, but it was just posted on this blog as a comment on that Gilda Radner / Steve Martin dance duet I posted a couple months ago, and it’s kinda sweet.
Here I am on MLK Day 2011 remembering Gilda. It was a Friday in 1978, and at 26 I had just finished the drive from Los Angeles to NYC. The goal was to be in the audience for SNL the next day.
I walked from the Americana Hotel to a deserted Rockefeller Center, arriving about 11pm. I hadn’t slept in the previous 36 hours. The guard under the NBC marquee let me know if I wanted tickets to be in line by 6am Saturday morning. Dismayed that might not happen due to my extreme fatigue, I walked over to the solitude of the taxi stand for a ride back to the hotel.
Suddenly Gilda appeared like an angel, full of energy, and stood close beside me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a joint, asking her if she would like to get high. She grabbed it, and we vanished into the night in the back of that cab smoking, telling stories, and having a good old time. When we parted in front of the Americana about 6am after bar-hoping (including Woody Allen playing sax) she handed me her last pass for the evening’s performance, hosted by Steve Martin and including the wonderful “Dancing in the Dark.”
I have never been the same since. I imagine you are with Lucile Ball performing comedy skits in heaven. God bless you Gilda, and thank you again for a wonderful time. You left us way too soon.
Here’s Russell Brand improvising a clever monologue that explains his entire backstory for the jester Trinculo (a character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, soon to be a film directed by visionary designer/director Julie Taymor). Brand takes the character from childhood to shipwreck in 4 entertaining minutes.
Thanks to Holger and Brady for Facebooking this.
Here’s a fantastic, classic SNL sketch; Gilda Radner and Steve Martin’s Dancing in the Dark.
So many things to love here. First of all, they can both really dance, and it’s equally fun to be impressed at their grace as to laugh at their silliness. And it’s so great to see a silent sketch like this. So much sketch comedy devolves into talking heads; it’s fun to see physicality. It’s beautifully-rehearsed and precise. And the punchline at the end is so satisfying.
I always forget that Gilda Radner died so young- she should totally still be alive and guest-starring on TV shows; what a sad loss.
Eric Voss, annoyed that SMDS has better ratings than 30-Rock, has counted and catalogued the numbers and types of jokes in episodes of each. The results: 30-Rock has more complex story lines, more types of jokes, and relies on insults for far fewer laughs. On the other hand, one 21-minute episode of SMDS used a laugh track for a total of 4 minutes. Analysis here.
One of comic Jackie Kashian’s fans animated this joke. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally getting a cat cart and cat contact lenses when the time comes. Geriatric, oozing animals = adorable.
Thanks to Helder for the tip.
Something I can do for hours (um, obviously I’m speaking totally hypothetically here, you guys,) is listen to Rap Master Maurice do his thing. Rap Master Maurice is (one of) the alter ego(s) of artist Derek Erdman, who writes and sells “Vigilante rap phone calls”. It works is like so: You Paypal him $12 and he writes you a personalized revenge rap, plus sends you an .mp3 of him rapping it to the unsuspecting but totally deserving nitwit of your choice.
Ferinstance, let’s say you have a group project, but there’s that one dude not pulling his weight (there’s ALWAYS that one dude. If you think there isn’t, that one dude is YOU. Jerk.)
Or, maybe you’re upset about how your property management company does things.
Or, imagine you asked your friend what to eat, and he said: “How about some Beach Cliff sardines?” Clearly, that has revenge rap written all over it.
Also, he does friendly raps, but that will set you back $19. Fair enough.
I love this guy. 8 billion other raps on his site here. He’s away till September 15th, but I’m already making a list of those who have wronged me, and they’re gonna be so, so sorry.