I've never understood that one. Is it something to do with air pressure?
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. Allegedly.
Do a virus check. Some fucking asshole has been messing with this blog. I'm trying to contain the damage, but any help would be appreciated.
I just spent more time than I should have catching up on the little dust-up over whether or not Stephen Colbert ate his own balls in front of the President. If you think it's possible that maybe, conceivably, he didn't do a 100% good job of producing laughter in his capacity as a professional comedian, then apparently you are both a fascist and a doo-doo head.
I like Colbert. I was hoping he'd become the anchor of The Daily Show after Kilborn imploded. (Er, the first time, I mean.) Strangers With Candy is one of the funniest shows ever. Hell, I've even sat through a few episodes of Exit 57 and Harvey Birdman just because he was in them. I was willing to make that sacrifice, because he's a funny guy. You know what? Funny guys bomb. It is just a thing that happens now and then. I mean, if you want to say, "It doesn't matter that he bombed," or "Bombing was his whole point," okay, you've got a leg to stand on. But to just flat-out deny that he bombed? All that means is you don't know the definition of the word. If you get up in front of a crowd, tell some jokes, and don't get laughs, you're bombing. Even if you don't think you should be. It stinks, but what are you gonna do.
Or, wait. Maybe...
BUSH LIED, COLBERT'S RIGHTFULLY EARNED LAUGHTER WAS NULLIFIED!!!