Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Dude, Where's My Carlin?

Carlin = Dead

Despite what some of my former professors and current blog comments may say (*cough* The Shit *cough* Aardvark Man *cough*), I fancy myself to be quite the funny man. Granted, I care very little if people are laughing at me or with me; all that matters to me is that you're making with the yuk-yuks.

Now I know what you're thinking. "JP, surely such side-splitting and raucous humor stems from a natural and original talent buried in your vast and sexy brain?" That's only partially true. What may be less obvious is that I take a lot of my inspiration from comedians that I admire. Hell, sometimes I blatantly steal from them. I figure if imitation is the highest form of flattery, then plagiarism must be the highest form of blowjobbery. Hell, that metaphor is probably stolen from somewhere.

In any case, when I try to make with the funny, I'm always looking to emulate those comedians that make me laugh the hardest. Lewis Black, Patton Oswalt, Christopher Titus, Jim Gaffigan, Jerry Seinfeld, Rodney Dangerfield, Richard Pryor, Bill Cosby, Chris Rock, (hmmm... I grouped all the black guys together) Jon Stewart, and Steven Colbert... I could only dream of being as funny as these guys. And they are all guys, which is interesting because I know I've seen funny comediennes, but dammit, they just don't have name recognition.

But there's one guy that was always on top of my favorites list. The late George Carlin. That's right... George is dead. Died of heart failure at the age of 71 on June 22, 2008. Ironically, Carlin would probably question the use of the phrase "the late George Carlin." What could he possibly be late for now? Surely he wasn't actually late to his own funeral?

That's what I love about Carlin. The man could make jokes about foreign policy, toenail gunk, road rage, and unusual word forms all in the span of five minutes. His most famous set involved the seven words you can't say on television (at least in the 1970s): shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tit. Now that's a usage lesson that people sat up and took notice of. Hell, the Supreme Court certainly sat up and took notice when it was brought to their attention as part of a hearing on obscenity laws.

It's almost scary how much Carlin's work speaks to me. I even made my students read some of his stuff about euphemisms (their favorite reading I might add). Carlin was a true cynic who knew the world was a fucking mess, but he didn't care. He preferred to sit back and enjoy the show. He was fascinated by bizarre human behavior. He didn't rant about the evils of war and torture... he just seemed interested in how there was always fun to be had in any given situation, and to him, war and torture were just a few of the many odd things humans do.

In his later years, Carlin really got a bug up his ass about religion. If you listen to his albums through the decades, you get a sense of how his feelings on religion evolved. In one of his earlier recordings, he says, "I have a good understanding with God: I don't understand him; he doesn't understand me." This later evolves into an argument that basically says "God doesn't give a shit." He finally just declares all religion to be fucking stupid. He finds organized religion to be completely ridiculous. One of my favorite quotes: "Suppose your prayers aren't answered? What do you do then? What do you say? 'Well it's God's will. Thy will be done'? Fine. But if it's God's will, and he's going to do what he wants anyway, why bother praying in the first place? Doesn't it seem like a big waste of time? Couldn't you just skip the praying part go straight to 'his will'? It's all very confusing to me."

Longtime readers can probably see why I like this guy.

But religious folk ought not to be offended (and if you are, you damn well shouldn't look back at my own religious-themed posts). Carlin takes shots at everyone. Hell, at one point, he even goes after children... "You know what I say? FUCK THE CHILDREN! And I know what you're thinking, 'Jesus, he's not going to attack children now, is he?'... Yes he is!! And remember this is Mr. Conductor talking; I know what I'm talking about!"

So needless to say, I was sad to see that George Carlin died. I think if there was one celebrity that I would have liked to meet, it would have been him. And now as any article about a dead comedian will do, I'm going to regale you will some of my favorite Carlin quotes (aside from those that I've already mentioned):

"The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I'd really like to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."

"Religion convinced the world that there's an invisible man in the sky who watches everything you do. And there's 10 things he doesn't want you to do or else you'll go to a realm of fire with burning and torture and pain until the end of eternity.... but he loves you! .... and he needs MONEY!!"

"Have you ever poured glue on a bird?........ Of course not, there's no reason."

"Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy."

"Swimming is not a sport. Swimming is a way to keep from drowning. It's just common sense."

"I never fucked a ten. But one night, I fucked five twos."

"Ever notice that anyone driving slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster than you is a maniac?"

"There's nothing funny about rape... unless you're raping a clown."

"That reminds me of something my grandfather used to say. He'd say, 'I'm going upstairs to fuck your grandma!' Well, he was an honest man. He wasn't going to bullshit a four-year-old."

"If God had intended us not to masturbate, he would have made our arms shorter."

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George Carlin: Not existing in an afterlife and probably damned happy about it.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Feeling Kinda Patton

Because video clips are easier to post than legitimate original content, I thought I'd fill up some blog space with one of my favorite comedians: Patton Oswalt. Astute readers will recognize Patton as the man who gave me the idea for watching Deathbed and then later its original 70s counterpart Death Bed: The Bed That Eats. Patton is essentially a sarcastic, bitter former English major. He's best known for being one of the friends on The King of Queens, but he also does the voice of the main rat character in Ratatouille.

The following clips are both from Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Most of the bits that he does are also found on his (much raunchier) CDs. So now that I'm done plugging this guy (my, that sounds dirty), enjoy the clips. (Thanks to Dave for emailing them to me in the first place)



The punchline that got fuzzed out there at one point is, "And I will now illustrate this by pushing this uncooked cornish game hen through these gray drapes." I think his musings on Physics for Poets could serve as my personal mantra. THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES!


I'll be back with original content whenever I feel like. I'm very much in love with the "Embed" feature on Blogger, and I'll inundate my blog with superfluous videos whenever I feel like it.

You don't like it? Get your own blog.

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4 out of 5 readers have now signed up for their own blog. JP's readership has taken a sharp downturn.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Good Humor Man

Behold the power of cheese!


There's a topic I've been meaning to blog about for several months, but I keep forgetting about it (or coming up with better topics). But now I'm catching a lot of shit for not updating my blog in awhile, and this is as good a topic as any.

I got my teaching evaluations from the fall about a month and a half ago. On the whole, they were very positive. What can I say? I'm just amazing. On the other hand, the comments were pretty nondescript (re: boring). Two of them, however, stood out.

The first was positive:
Mr. P is balling out of control. He is a true playa and he is the English man!

I didn't know how to take that one, but I liked it anyway. Admittedly, I don't know what "balling out of control" means. Maybe my fly was down for most of the semester. I do know what a "true playa" is, and I can assure this student that such a supposition is completely true. I'm such a playa that I'm going to force all of my students to call me Mr. P-Diddy. I'm just that balling!

The second comment was negative. I was looking forward to reading some good hate messages; I thought they'd be entertaining. This one actually kinda hurt my feelings:
His jokes are cheesy and he has a poor sense of humor.

I laughed at first, but then I was sad. Of all the things for a negative comment to focus on, it had to be my sense of humor. I thought that was one thing I had going for me. It sure wasn't my teaching skill. At the end of the day, the best I can hope for is a decent laugh from these melon-brained freshmen.

Cheesy jokes!? What kind of comedic gold were these guys hoping for? I'm not wasting my A-material on them. Most of them couldn't recognize a good joke if gave them a courtesy reach-around. Well, that's not entirely fair. Some of them have a sense of humor. In fact, some of them actually make ME laugh. Last semester I assigned a "supervillain monologue" paper. The reasons for this assignment are fairly dubious - something about writing from another perspective or some bullshit like that. I think it's just a fun paper to read. Some of my students did not disappoint.

One of them wrote from the perspective of the arch-enemy of Snuggles of the fabric softener bear. It was this classic monologue about how the little bastard's laundry legacy was at an end. A more disturbing paper came from someone who was apparently MY archnemesis. This very quiet girl who sat in the back of the room wrote this very detailed monologue describing the various tortures that were in store for Mr. P. I was going to be forced to eat poisonous hot dogs as my intestines were ground into dust and then my toenails would be yanked off one-by-one. I was disturbed, and I gave her an A on the paper for safety reasons.

Maybe my jokes are cheesy. I don't know. But if you can't take the cheese, your performance in my class won't be very gouda.

*Dodges various metaphorical vegetables being tossed for that one*