Not attempting to lump myself or anyone I know into this, but comics dwell in the inconsistency, miscommunication and the injustice of the world. Humor never comes from ease or stating the facts as they are; the jokes must necessarily take you by surprise. The comic’s struggle against the populist curve, done by tangling with those most contentious topics, seems like a tremendous effort. Comics are not as hard-working as an oil rigger or a US Marine, but I think of the profession as something akin to moderating Facebook photos flagged by users: if you’re gonna be any good at your job, you’re gonna bear witness to the worst that humanity can offer.
If anyone needs to de-stress after a day of snuffling and rooting around and whimpering softly, it’s capybaras.
Shrek makes the ultimate sacrifice: standing up instead of lying down.
Icy. Fount. Boss. Chestina. I once made up a fake child name, “Chestiny,” and now I learn that it wasn’t even that distant from reality.
Rolla. Ples. Mayo.