I love Comedy Central. Yes, there’s a lot of silly crap on it but THAT is the place to go when your in the mood to laugh. And in today’s world of recordable TV cable (and I’m not talking VCRs here) it is easy to weed out what you don’t want to watch.
And comedians work hard at their craft. When you watch them, be aware they tested this joke out. Delivered it a hundred different ways to maximize the humor and still get the point across. Chosen their slang, their nuance, their words and practiced it until it was so well known to them it was a “routine.” Well, except for the ones who do their routines drunk!
Most are story tellers more than actual jokesters. Few are telling “A man walks into the bar…” jokes anymore as in the bygone days of Vaudeville. Today’s comedian is connecting with the audience by making fun of themselves or all of us along with him. It’s their oddball view of the world they share with us in a way that makes us laugh. What greater gift to the masses than that.
Its what used to piss me off about Shakespeare. THAT was his idea of comedy? Don’t get me started on his idea of Romance! (Romeo: Yes darling I love you so much let’s die. My Juliet: excuse me what did you say!) And I’m aware seeing Shakespeare being performed, if you’ve been COMPLETELY educated on what the hell that old English word actually meant, can be a very different experience than when I was forced to read his shitty plays in English class.
Crap… I got sidetracked.
The point being, comedy at its best moves your mind into thinking beyond the joke to the next level. At least for me that’s when its best. When their humor spawns humor from me. As happened today…
The comedian was complaining about the fact once he got married he seemed to have started a new business in “shipping.” It was, get this… take this here… haul this FROM the car, TO the car, over to the neighbors. He complained and mumbled about how he was going to have to talk to his Union Rep about this.
And I could just envision it. The Husband’s Union. The Union meetings would most likely be held in a bar, and always just before or after the game to have a reason to be in the bar during the game but not actually disturb the game. Dues = food at the meetings.
Oh the delicate negotiations with Management! Legal breaks, lunch hours… overtime!!! Of course Management has an edge. We own the keys to the Company bedroom. And if you go on strike what are you going to do. NOT take out the trash? Your not doing that anyway!
Sometimes I think that’s the subconscious reason to have children. They’re Management’s Scabs*
*slang term for replacement workers who cross the picket lines.