Last night, during a routine visit up to Columbia, my good friend/partner-in-queer-crime Zach introduced me to the wonder that is the VGL Gay Boys. From Vulture:
In these semi-scripted video sketches, Cole Escola usually plays the funny guy (or gal—Bernadette Peters, say) to Jeffrey Self’s “straight” man, wrapping up sketches with intimations of murder—he says, in true improv-class form, that “it ups the stakes.”
Um, how have I not seen these before last night?
My personal favorite:
“And he runs into the burglars from the first one, and they chase after him…”
“Yes, and they just murder him. They murder that poor boy.”
So, there’s plenty of things I’ve been meaning to write about. Prop 8 passing, the ensuing rallies, the “Milk” movie. But then I got distracted by pugs.
You do NOT understand. You just can’t. Pugs will take over the world with their cuteness. I mean… those head tilts! They’re hypnotic.
Actually important blog entries to come once these dogs’ vise-like grip on my attention has been broken. Oh, and homework. Should finish that up, too.
(Kudos to Rich over at FourFour for finding this garden of pugly delight!)
UPDATE: Just remembered what these dogs reminded me of. The Kodama spirits from “Princess Mononoke”!
A few days ago, while I was stirring the soy milk into my morning coffee, I came to an unfortunately startling realization:
I have a fucked-up sense of humor.
This isn’t to say I only laugh at “fucked-up ” situations (i.e.: black comedy, death, terrorism, outed conservative senators. . . oh wait). Instead, I have neither found rhyme nor reason to what actually makes me LOL.
And so I present a new feature to this blog. Something I’m calling “In Search of the LOL,” I’d like to find out what makes me actually laugh out loud. To determine what works of comedy, absurdity, or just general randomness tickle my funny bone, and hopefully discover some link between these seemingly independent events.
Case #1: Bonnie, the ever-present pregnant neighbor on “Family Guy.”
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Bonnie: I don’t want to bring a new baby into the world with him hanging around.
Peter: Okay Bonnie, first of all, you’ve been pregnant for like six years, alright? Either have the baby or don’t.
Umm. . . HAH!