Jesse seems to be bak to full strength, but until I hear the difinitive "Sign off, NOW, Mr. Garden," am going to post a handful of other items. Specifically, Jesse asked me to post a little "Behind the Scenes" at the Onion. So here it is in all its boring glory!
Following a quick trip to Costco, a subway ride and a lot of sweating, this is what I arrive to: air-conditioned comfort and Jessie Dean, my pal and our office manager. Any day she's in a good mood can't be all that bad, I guess.
(Note: Amelie asked that I replace her picture with something else. As I respect Amelie and her privacy, I am replacing it with the hand-drawn inspirational poster that is next to her desk.) Every day, I pass by Amelie Gillette (and a hand-drawn inspirational poster by her desk), AKA The Hater. As you you were once able to see, she's preparing to hate on something. I believe in this case it is Snakes On A Plane. Any day that begins with hating can't be all that bad, I guess.
Finally, I've handed my jokes to Dan and Eric, our interns, to type up and wind up in my office. I've been meaning to clean for a while. That couch, for example? It's under all the paper? Totally functional if I would move everything off of it. What you can't see in this photo is Joe's Cold Beverages, the bodega I run there. The three tenets are value, convenience and wetness of beverages. Temperature can vary. Any day with cold beverages can't be all that bad, I guess.
This is our Thursday meeting where we go over certain daily and weekly content, like Stat Shot, Infogrpaphic, American Voices and material that's only in the print edition, like obituaries and wedding announcements. It can be a long and grueling time poring over jokes. Not the laughter-filled envoironment you would think. Today went well, though, because we talked about our various horrifying exam stories. Clockwise from lower left: Megan Ganz, Mike DiCenzo, Dan Guterman, Chris Karwowski, Chet Clem and Andrei Nechita. Any day aw nuts to it.
These are the fake magazines I make out of the cardboard that comes in our Chinese food orders. The reason the upper left one (White Baby Magazine) is so perforated and whited out is that Dan Guterman can not stop fiddling with things. In this case, he chose to stab my fake magazine with a pencil. I have since bought him a Rubik's Snake to fiddle with. It does okay.
And lastly, this is our fake Albert Brooks autographed photo. I have a few more blank photos. Let me know if you want me to sign one as Albert Brooks for you, and I will send you one. I can also do Robert Altman if you'd like.
Here's the pilot for Aaron Sorkin's SNL behind-the-scenes dramedy, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.
Our pal Nick Adams sends along this choice tidbit about our pal, the wonderful San Francisco-bred, LA-based comedian Al Madrigal.
Sunday Afternoons for Kids!
Sunday, Aug 6 12pm
In collaboration with 826LA, the Hammer Museum continues its series of workshops for children ages 8 to 13 on creative ways to write about and understand visual art. Space is limited to 20 students, and reservations are required. Email email@example.com or call 310-305-8418 by Thursday, August 3 to reserve a space for your child.
Not to butt in (again) on Joe's SUPERB guest-blogging, but I'm pretty excited to have a stolen internet connection for the moment, so I thought I'd share this great picture that Kelly from Scranton, PA sent. This is shot right outside Scranton's City Hall.
Now, if the picture looks unremarkable to you, check out the banner on the right-hand side, just above and to the left of the traffic light. Click the picture to enlarge it, if you can't read the text. Does that company name ring a bell?
Someone in Scranton's city goverment deserves a promotion.
If you ate in any of the Captol Hill House of Representatives cafeterias, you had to eat Freedom Fries and Freedom Toast. Until now. Story here.
My favorite quote comes from a spokesperson for Representative Bob Ney (R-Ohio), one of the goofballs that originally sponsored the move
"We don't have a comment for your story," said a spokeswoman for Mr. Ney.
Way to cut and run, Congressman Ney. Let Frenchdom ring!
Thanks to Reason Online for the tip.
Note: Hang it up/Keep it up is a regular feature of the Sound of Young America and Jesse Thorn, and while I am a guest of Jesse's, my views represent neither his nor those of TSOYA. That in mind, here is my special guest Hang it up/Keep it up!
Hang it up: The fake name construction X-y McY.
Nasty McCrabbyPants. Dirty McSlopbucket. Friendly McHappyhead. I'm certainly guilty of doing it, and I confess my laziness and ask forgiveness. Rather than make a joke, I made a joke shorthand, like saying "I just ate the burrito from hell," or "That rollercoaster ride was like a rollercoaster ride on acid." And it appears in certain places where they should know better. Take the time to make an actual joke and hang up the Stupid McNotfunny.
Keep it up: Recreating vintage rock videos.
I present to you a recreation of the Donnie Iris video "Do You Compute."
The http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQes9iFEihc ">original video isn't that memorable, the song isn't that great, the sterile lab setting of the original has been replaced by a basement, and this was in all likelihood a total goof, but that makes me love it all the more. They still took the time to lovingly mock a video no one remembers. That's devotion. Keep it up!
If you live in New York want to check out a very talented yet criminally underknown commedian, go see Andrew J Lederer run through his show he's taking to the Fringe Festial next week.
"There'll be a second and final New York preview of "Anthology" on Sunday afternoon at 5PM at Jimmy's No. 43, 43 E 7 St, Btwn Bowery and 2nd Av. in the East Village. (It's down a long flight of steps and in a performance space accessible from the rear of the bar.) Come, pay what you wish (no one will scoff it it's nothing) and help me get comfortable with the material before taking it to Scotland."
I've seen Andrew perform several times, from fluid 10-minute conversations to his epic 60 minute monologue "Me and Hitler" and I am always entertained. I always regret missing "Bridge Burner," his hour monologue about how worked very hard to get a break and blown nearly every single one of them he's gotten.
And while he says that there's no charge, you should put in a few bucks if you can afford it. He needs a little something to eat while he's in Scottland.
And if H. Jon Benjamin doesn't make you hotter, you are the Ice Ruler of Icierland.
First order of business: Mel Gibson has totally lost it. Not cool.
Second order of business: My friend Damon from the amazing band The Eternals* passed along some links to the BBC show The Mighty Boosh. The clip is funny, but I don't know a lot about the show, as I don't live in the UK.
So today's question is: What is the deal with The Mighty Booosh?
And these links are in honor of the occasion of meeting my chubby baby niece (left) for the first time: Google Search Results for Crying Babies and an article in which photographer Jill Greenberg defends her series of photographs in which she made babies cry.
The article's highlight–"Kid models aren't very expensive—not as expensive as monkeys, for example."
*and just a touch more about the Eternals. Their label is having a 50% off sale on all their CDs for a limited time. Go and kick the tires of an Eternals CD for bargain basement prices. Or, I just ordered a bunch of their remix CD High Anxiety, and the first, oh, five people who email me (joe DOT garden at gmail dot com) will receive a free copy if they PROMISE to pass it along to someone who might like it if they themselves do not.