January 26, 2006

A SENSE OF HUMOR

We all have them. They may be skewed, jovial, shriveled, offputting. What one person finds funny, others may not. There are generally funny things, of course, safe courses of action. In the Golden Era of television, for instance, that would have been Milton Berle. Believe it or not he was the greatest ratings grabber of all time. 99% of TVs (in the days when only 1 house in 20 had one) were tuned to Berle.

Now, me? I've seen some of that old footage. I don't think Milton Berle was funny worth a fuck. I admire him for 1) cross-dressing on TV during the anal-retentive Fifties, and 2) having the anecdotally largest cock in show business. And don't think he could have gotten away with 1) had it not been for 2). But as a comedian? Bullshit.

The point I am making is humor is certainly in the eye of the beholder. So when I tell you I hate you that just means I love you.

It's kind of like wife-beating. It's for your own good. And at least I don't make you go hide out in a safe house, and wear clothing donated from strangers, and make your traumatized children play with used dolls with the eyes popped out.

See? I'm thinking about you, and not just as a sparring partner, but with true affection.

Posted by Velociman at January 26, 2006 7:41 PM
Comments

... I love you too...

Posted by: Eric at January 26, 2006 7:51 PM

Berle had nothing on my personal comedic fav, Bob Saget.

Posted by: rightisright at January 26, 2006 8:03 PM

Aww, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said.

Now about the spankings. Have I really got to keep calling you "big papa"?

Posted by: phin at January 26, 2006 8:49 PM

Reminds me of a true story I heard from a psychologist friend, years ago. He had a patient who would fly into a rage and curse whoever was nearby...and then immediately withdraw the curse, as if he was afraid Gawd would hear and get pissed off.

"Fuck you, Izzy."
"Not you, Izzy."
"Fuck you, Izzy."
"Not you, Izzy."
"Fuck you, Izzy."
"Not you, Izzy."
"Fuck you, Izzy."
"Not you, Izzy."

This would go on and on all day. Surreal. And yet...strangely familiar.

Posted by: Elisson at January 26, 2006 9:39 PM

I knew it! You're one of them brokeback blodgers, ain't ya.

Posted by: Dash at January 26, 2006 9:47 PM

You nimrods. This was the only way I could work in a wife-beater line without catching holy hell. And Elisson is on probation for the whole bipolar thing.

Posted by: Velociman at January 26, 2006 9:51 PM

... ha ha... fuck you...

Posted by: Eric at January 26, 2006 9:58 PM

You must pay the rent. I can't pay the rent. You must pay the rent. I can't pay the rent.

Posted by: sadie at January 26, 2006 10:02 PM

Sadie! What is that, Westward, The Women? Haven't seen that flick in 30 odd years.

Posted by: Velociman at January 26, 2006 10:05 PM

You brokeback blown-eyed blodgers are all the same. And you dance like fucktards too. What the hell did Berle know about comedy? Wearing a miniskirt that his ample member protruded through, THAT would have been comedy. Dancing like a fucktard, that's comedy.

Me, I'd rather have a big cock than be funny. Pitiably I have neither. Just some dreams. And prolong.

Posted by: og at January 26, 2006 11:07 PM

My hero.

Posted by: sadie at January 27, 2006 3:36 AM

You are too much! I love your sense of humor, and I admire it greatly!

Posted by: Kelly at January 27, 2006 6:06 AM

I'm touched.....

Posted by: skippystalin at January 27, 2006 8:53 AM

You're all touched.

Posted by: Arcs at January 27, 2006 10:22 AM

Tetched.

Posted by: Marianne at January 28, 2006 2:50 AM
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