Friday, March 6, 2009
I Just Pulled An All-Nighter
If you've never used the words "sunrise" and "depressing" in the same sentence, then you've never lived in Binghamton
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Aaron Gold Reviews: A Video He Saw On YouTube Entitled, "One Great Day"
Here is a link to the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qdWQmynYv8
Here is my review:
I have two words for you fine, upstanding gentlemen; Bra and Vo. You two are a shining example to all that is comedy. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen Dennis Leary's, "No Cure For Cancer", wishing that he'd only be a little more obvious and a lot more fat. I haven't seen comedy writing of your caliber since Meet the Spartans. Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways.
First of all, your acting talent. You've taken one of the classic comedic acting styles of exaggeration, and heightened it beyond all measure. This eliminates that annoying element of entertainment known to some as, "surprise". And let me say, thank God for that. Do you know how tedious it is when a comedian tells a joke and I don't know where it's going? How condescending is that?!
Secondly, I admire your dedication. Where most comedians would stop at the punchline, or some tag on jokes after that, you show more constitution. You don't let up, even when the joke is done. Instead, you opt to drive the joke for an additional 20 seconds, making sure I know that you're funny.
Third, puppets. I fucking love puppets.
And let me say something about your camera work. Nothing beats the extreme close-up. Why bother acting with anything but your face? It's not like you can smile with your arm.
What I love about you guys, above all else, is that you do sketch comedy without inciting any of that tedious laughter in your audience. Ok, I must confess, I chortled once at the end, but you guys were kind enough to belabor that last joke to the point where I felt comfortable being silent again.
So thank you, you connoisseurs of comedy. You wizards of wit. You heralds of hilarity. I bow to you, good sirs. And keep doing what you're doing. Guys like you make guys like me look good.
Here is my review:
I have two words for you fine, upstanding gentlemen; Bra and Vo. You two are a shining example to all that is comedy. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen Dennis Leary's, "No Cure For Cancer", wishing that he'd only be a little more obvious and a lot more fat. I haven't seen comedy writing of your caliber since Meet the Spartans. Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways.
First of all, your acting talent. You've taken one of the classic comedic acting styles of exaggeration, and heightened it beyond all measure. This eliminates that annoying element of entertainment known to some as, "surprise". And let me say, thank God for that. Do you know how tedious it is when a comedian tells a joke and I don't know where it's going? How condescending is that?!
Secondly, I admire your dedication. Where most comedians would stop at the punchline, or some tag on jokes after that, you show more constitution. You don't let up, even when the joke is done. Instead, you opt to drive the joke for an additional 20 seconds, making sure I know that you're funny.
Third, puppets. I fucking love puppets.
And let me say something about your camera work. Nothing beats the extreme close-up. Why bother acting with anything but your face? It's not like you can smile with your arm.
What I love about you guys, above all else, is that you do sketch comedy without inciting any of that tedious laughter in your audience. Ok, I must confess, I chortled once at the end, but you guys were kind enough to belabor that last joke to the point where I felt comfortable being silent again.
So thank you, you connoisseurs of comedy. You wizards of wit. You heralds of hilarity. I bow to you, good sirs. And keep doing what you're doing. Guys like you make guys like me look good.
Monday, February 2, 2009
We're Horrible People: The Car Ride
There's no joke quite like an inside joke. Easily the strongest form of comedy, as it flawlessly bonds the people around you together. That is, if they're in on it. If they're not, then you get strange looks. That's the trade-off, I guess.
There's been a PSA for the Special Olympics running for over a decade. It features a person with Downs Syndrome in their room, basically talking to their gold fish. "There's this guy," she says, as her words are intercut with shots of a swimming pool. "He's always in my face. Shouting at me. I have to cover my ears. But I still hear him. Just pushes me." Then you see the guy she's talking about is her coach, cheering her on. "But I love him," she adds. "He's my coach." "My coach!" she concludes, proudly.
Now, I'm not knocking the Special Olympics in any way shape or form. That said, this commercial is funny. Housemates and I have started parodying it.
"There's these elephants. Always with tusks. Walking everywhere. I want to kill them. I take out my gun. It's illegal. That doesn't stop me. I poach. IIIIIIII Poach!"
"There's this thing. My grandma gave it to me. I pinned it on my lapel to look nice. It's my broach. MYYYYY Broach!"
We made these jokes for the entire car ride back from Pennsylvania yesterday. Best hour of my life.
There's been a PSA for the Special Olympics running for over a decade. It features a person with Downs Syndrome in their room, basically talking to their gold fish. "There's this guy," she says, as her words are intercut with shots of a swimming pool. "He's always in my face. Shouting at me. I have to cover my ears. But I still hear him. Just pushes me." Then you see the guy she's talking about is her coach, cheering her on. "But I love him," she adds. "He's my coach." "My coach!" she concludes, proudly.
Now, I'm not knocking the Special Olympics in any way shape or form. That said, this commercial is funny. Housemates and I have started parodying it.
"There's these elephants. Always with tusks. Walking everywhere. I want to kill them. I take out my gun. It's illegal. That doesn't stop me. I poach. IIIIIIII Poach!"
"There's this thing. My grandma gave it to me. I pinned it on my lapel to look nice. It's my broach. MYYYYY Broach!"
We made these jokes for the entire car ride back from Pennsylvania yesterday. Best hour of my life.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Awesome Stuff I Found While Cleaning Out My Fridge Tonight
Chicken so old it looked like Jell-O.
Everything else was just the regular kind of gross.
Everything else was just the regular kind of gross.
Sleepfish Chronicles the First: Awakenings
Sleepfish (n): (Sl-EEH-pah-phih-shuh) 1) a fish-like creature that exists through and because of, slumber. 2) a word I made up that thought would sound good with "Chronicles."
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