I'd like to speak for a moment to our non-American friends with their silly, fruity little accents, because in the shuffle of one of the United States' biggest holidays, it's kind of easy to forget that your godless cultures exist. Today is Thanksgiving, and for millions of Americans, it's the only time we'll see our extended families for the next 20 years. It's not just a holiday. It's a chance to reconnect and reflect upon what we're thankful for in our otherwise take-it-for-granted lives. Regardless of where you're from, I think that's a good thing. So I'm inviting you to celebrate with us in the spirit of gratitude and appreciation, and really acknowledge what you're thankful for. For instance, I'm thankful that ...
Via Outback Zack
Let's try a little experiment. See how long you can make it through this video before you turn it off:
My first time through, I made it 11 seconds. It's that voice. I don't know what entertainer he listened to that made him think, "This is what people like in a public speaker," but I'm fairly confident that person is currently in hell. Even if they're not dead yet.
The second time I lasted 57 seconds, and that's when I realized that he was a huge Lewis Black fan. It's not apparent right off, because your brain is frantically trying to escape whatever dumbass thing he's screaming at you. But when you get past the urge to steal a handgun and fire 20 rounds into your monitor, you can hear him doing his best to imitate a comedian he clearly doesn't understand. He saw Lewis doing his bit and thought, "That guy makes me laugh. I like the way he screams and gets all twitchy. I also enjoy making people laugh. Why not just do what he's doing? People will love that!"
How it's actually supposed to be done.
Yet at his core, he truly doesn't understand the mechanics of what makes a funny person funny. He knows he laughs when he sees Lewis Black perform ... but he can't quite put his finger on why. Instead, what he does is put on an absolute clinic on what not to do in comedy. From picking a cliche subject that nobody gives a shit about (girls taking pictures of themselves for Facebook) to framing the entire delivery around his "look how wacky and edgy I am" device.
Here's a rule of thumb for anyone just blindly firing into the Net, hoping to hit something awesome: If you come across a YouTube channel or a blog or a full-on website that's based around how wacky and crazy the author is ...
That's not a created picture. That's actually from his channel.
... it's going to be bad. Really, really fucking bad. If the entire drawing point is "Wait until you get a glimpse inside my head -- you don't know true craziness until you've witnessed the way I think," just close the window and forget you were ever there. See, the thing is, if he ever sees this article (and he will -- you can tell by watching his other videos that he looks himself up on Google like a weather report), he will view it as me not getting his material. Because, you know, it's so edgy and insane that only a select few people in the world can handle the truth he spits.
But all that aside, what kind of an asshole hypocrite am I? All comedians go through this phase at one point or another. Given, most of us do it when we're 14, but we do go through it. So in many ways, I can't fault the guy. He's learning. And so far, he's collecting an audience. Some of those videos are in the tens of thousands of views. Hell, the guy has almost 4,000 followers on Twitter, so he has to be doing something right. Right? Whatever, here's an hour and a half of the guy:
Don't worry, I'm not going to be one of the countless thousands to add their dumb, unwanted speculation on a movie that doesn't even exist yet. And I don't give even the most remote shit about what your opinion is on the subject, because it's not the movies I really care about. It's the situation itself.
The truth is that the franchise was buttfucked by George Lucas until his balls slapped its corpse into a fine powder, and then he snorted it in front of its own children. How much worse can they make it? Really? Regardless of how good or bad the new episodes are, there are two things that I find awesome about this whole thing, and I think it's why people need to take a breath and just enjoy the idea. Even if it turns out to be more of a catastrophe than what we've already been exposed to.
"More. We need more light sabers. You don't stop adding light sabers until the background is completely obscured."
1) The mere idea that, after Lucas drained every last drop of blood from every capillary of the series, another company stepped in, slapped his hand like a frustrated mother and said, "Just ... just give me the damn thing, you're done here. Jesus Christ, do we have to do everything ourselves?" I find that far funnier than I have any right to, even though I know that's not the way it went down. But goddamnit, I'm picturing it that way because it's the closest we're ever going to get to a feeling of redemption.
2) We finally have a very realistic chance of making the next three movies nothing but nine hours of this:
If you think I'm ever letting that die, you're out of your fucking mind.
Sorry, Tosh fans, but back in 2008, long before he fucked up a good thing by saying that Riskay needed a "Web redemption" for what is quite possibly the most perfect song ever written, we were shouting our love of "Smell Yo Dick" from the rooftops. With all due respect, Tosh, you can bend right over and smell exactly where my dick is -- Riskay is our goldmine. We found her first. And as long as I draw breath, people will never forget that song.
I've derived more hours of happiness from listening to large-breasted ladies rap about dick smelling and the crushing defense of the Snickers- jacket-wearing accused (who, by the way, has enough dick to go 'round) than I ever will with my own family. And for that, I am truly thankful.