April 26, 2006
Technology is a wonderful way to create new stupid things to be jealous about. To be jealous of somebody's ridiculous apartment or beautiful spouse is human. To be jealous of how many MySpace friends or YouTube views they have is utterly retarded, which is why I spend a good deal of time online going "THESE motherfuckers have 8.5 million views and here me and my friends are trying to be funny and..." but then I salve my envy by reminding myself that I have a beautiful spouse and a ridiculous apartment. (tags for this sentence: lies, awful.)
So I guess what I'm trying to say here is go here and watch two of the three videos we premiered at Outtakes on Monday night (They're the two at the top of the page, whose titles begin "Special Agent Tom Rogers..."). It will be an excellent way to kill eight to ten minutes.
Speaking of people I'm jealous of, I'm jealous of bands who have a we'll-play-anywhere philosophy, because they're bands, and they can, in fact, play pretty much anywhere. Kitchens. Closets. Nooks. They can rock your house party and you will not be offended because they're a band and they belong there. Comedy, not so much. Donald and I were talking about this the other night, and among the eighty other things we're doing, it's a problem we want to crack. I would love to tour the hinterlands doing weird fun non-stand-up comedy for kids who don't normally get to see such a thing. I would like to invent comedy that can work in a kitchen or a closet or a nook and not feel horribly out of place. Comedy you can drunkenly make out to. Or if not that, comedy that will make you want to stop drunkenly making out for twenty-three or so minutes and watch. At the very least it would be an interesting disaster.