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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Ground-Breaking Humor

I remember watching the Comedy Central Roast of Drew Carey when it was first on. I laughed my fucking ass off. It seemed really out there, y'know? These bilious insults flying back and forth, tearing into every single person on the stage. It cracked my shit up.

I watched the Roast of Hugh Hefner five years ago. Also funny. I remember reading an article about it in the New York Observer before it aired. (I read that article about eighty thousand fucking times as I was working at the Humane Society at the time and the New York Observer sells so incredibly poorly that vendors donated hundreds of the frigging things to us to line the animals' cages.)

This Sunday, I DVR'd the Roast of William Shatner. I love a good Captain Kirk impression as much as the next guy, so I thought it might be good for a chuckle or two.

But sweet nose-picking Jesus, this thing is awful. An hour and forty-five minutes of ass-fucking jokes. Wahoo! The comedy stylings of Artie Lange and Greg Giraldo! Yippee! Andy Dick acting weird! How exciting!

I mean, seriously, I get it. Farrah Fawcett was attractive and now she's not. Betty White is old and old people wet their pants. George Takei is gay and gay people have butt sex. It's not that I don't think that these jokes are offensive. They are, but that doesn't fucking bother me. What bothers me is that every one of these third rate jaggoffs runs through the exact same fucking routine. The first time someone makes a reference to Jason Alexander not having worked steadily since Seinfeld, I find it a little funny. By the time every single goddamn person on the dais repeats it with little/no variation, it makes me want to fill up my ear canals with a calking gun.

Until they can find someone funnier than fucking Lisa Lampanelli, Comedy Central needs to stop airing these fucking things. Let them stay inside the Friar's Club like Alan King's moldering corpse. If I want to hear two hours of people giggling about butt sex, I'll hang out with junior high students.

posted by Joe # 5:04 PM

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The Comedy Central mode of Roasting does seem to be more about getting certain comedians more time on screen than necessarily roasting the hell out of the guest of honor.

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

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		Tuesday, August 22, 2006 Ground-Breaking Humor I remember watching the Comedy Central Roast of Drew Carey when it was first on. I laughed my fucking ass off. It seemed really out there, y'know? These bilious insults flying back and forth, tearing into every single person on the stage. It cracked my shit up. I watched the Roast of Hugh Hefner five years ago. Also funny. I remember reading an article about it in the New York Observer before it aired. (I read that article about eighty thousand fucking times as I was working at the Humane Society at the time and the New York Observer sells so incredibly poorly that vendors donated hundreds of the frigging things to us to line the animals' cages.) This Sunday, I DVR'd the Roast of William Shatner. I love a good Captain Kirk impression as much as the next guy, so I thought it might be good for a chuckle or two. But sweet nose-picking Jesus, this thing is awful. An hour and forty-five minutes of ass-fucking jokes. Wahoo! The comedy stylings of Artie Lange and Greg Giraldo! Yippee! Andy Dick acting weird! How exciting! I mean, seriously, I get it. Farrah Fawcett was attractive and now she's not. Betty White is old and old people wet their pants. George Takei is gay and gay people have butt sex. It's not that I don't think that these jokes are offensive. They are, but that doesn't fucking bother me. What bothers me is that every one of these third rate jaggoffs runs through the exact same fucking routine. The first time someone makes a reference to Jason Alexander not having worked steadily since Seinfeld, I find it a little funny. By the time every single goddamn person on the dais repeats it with little/no variation, it makes me want to fill up my ear canals with a calking gun. Until they can find someone funnier than fucking Lisa Lampanelli, Comedy Central needs to stop airing these fucking things. Let them stay inside the Friar's Club like Alan King's moldering corpse. If I want to hear two hours of people giggling about butt sex, I'll hang out with junior high students. posted by Joe # 5:04 PM Comments: The Comedy Central mode of Roasting does seem to be more about getting certain comedians more time on screen than necessarily roasting the hell out of the guest of honor. # posted by the beige one : 8:33 PM Post a Comment << Home		Links The Conversation Special Productions Izzle Pfaff Freida Bee Sometimes I Just Talk Alisa and the Stuff Alisa Does Tuna Girl Defective Yeti The Incurable Insomniac The Savvy, The Extreme and The Idealist Caballito del Diablo The Ambivalence of Open Spaces Bug-Eyed Blog Whiskeymarie Version 53 Things I've Noticed (S)wine: ShortLeanCuts Out of Tune Missives from the Beige Sister of Hairshirt Apostrophe Abuse Jonestown Tobacco Brunette The Public Intellectual That's Why Archives July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 March 2011 April 2011