New Humor Columns Five Days a Week (We Rest on Sundays and Shoot 78-Year-Old Men on Saturdays)
What is humor? A means of personal/social catharsis? An implement for cruelty? Something done in lists of three?
Since the dawn of time man has grappled with the subjective nature of humor, asking himself "Why I laugh?" when one of his tribe would trip right into a tar pit, quickly sketch a penis in the mouth of a bison drawing or light a fire while residing in a tree, eliminating both his clan and two species of birds. He has wondered why some people find humor in parody, others in slapstick and still others--for reasons that even the greatest minds have yet to comprehend--in the last ten years of Saturday Night Live.
To help you draw your own conclusions on the nature of humor, we at Drink at Work.com are proud to announce our very own Daily Humor Columns. Even the very name of the new enterprsie smacks of comedy...well, anti-comedy...maybe humorous understatement? Well, perhaps you'll like simply calling them "Columns," as we have done in our menu bar at the top of this page.
Anyway...Monday through Friday, the following humor columnists will offer their own humorous take on a humorous subject they feel can best be explored with their own particular wry sense of humor--with humor!
Monday: Francesco Marciuliano's Eye Opener
Tuesday: Corey Pandolph's Discouraging Word
Wednesday: Nick Jezarian's Tangential Stupidity
Thursday: Sean Crespo Will Teach You Satire
Friday: Carol Hartsell Is Only a Man
So with that in mind we are very pleased to introduce our first regular contribuor, Corey Pandolph, with his article Things I'd Like to Be...and Get Paid Handsomely For.
Consider it our first step in understanding humor, or what the unbelievably hilarious French philosopher Henri Bergson called "the encrustation of the mechanical upon the living."
"Encrustation." Now that's a funny word!
Since the dawn of time man has grappled with the subjective nature of humor, asking himself "Why I laugh?" when one of his tribe would trip right into a tar pit, quickly sketch a penis in the mouth of a bison drawing or light a fire while residing in a tree, eliminating both his clan and two species of birds. He has wondered why some people find humor in parody, others in slapstick and still others--for reasons that even the greatest minds have yet to comprehend--in the last ten years of Saturday Night Live.
To help you draw your own conclusions on the nature of humor, we at Drink at Work.com are proud to announce our very own Daily Humor Columns. Even the very name of the new enterprsie smacks of comedy...well, anti-comedy...maybe humorous understatement? Well, perhaps you'll like simply calling them "Columns," as we have done in our menu bar at the top of this page.
Anyway...Monday through Friday, the following humor columnists will offer their own humorous take on a humorous subject they feel can best be explored with their own particular wry sense of humor--with humor!
Monday: Francesco Marciuliano's Eye Opener
Tuesday: Corey Pandolph's Discouraging Word
Wednesday: Nick Jezarian's Tangential Stupidity
Thursday: Sean Crespo Will Teach You Satire
Friday: Carol Hartsell Is Only a Man
So with that in mind we are very pleased to introduce our first regular contribuor, Corey Pandolph, with his article Things I'd Like to Be...and Get Paid Handsomely For.
Consider it our first step in understanding humor, or what the unbelievably hilarious French philosopher Henri Bergson called "the encrustation of the mechanical upon the living."
"Encrustation." Now that's a funny word!
posted by Francesco Marciuliano at 8:26 AM
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6 Comments:
I've already got money down with a London sportsbook for Corey being the first of your new lackeys to miss a deadline. These rockstars are a little self-absorbed.
In his favor, Tuesday is far enough from the weekend to be nearly sober before the hangover wears off enough to go for the hair of the dog.
Corey knows what will happen if he misses a deadline.
Frankly, the smart money is on me.
Corey is like the guy who plays a good guitar but doesn't sing well. The effort is solid. The execution? You're cheering for him. But you wonder if only he had a good editor what he could be capable of. Just trying to be constructive.
Epilogue:
Carol: You have no idea what us comedians sacrifice for our comedy. For you, our sadly inferior friends,
Corey: Kiss my ass.
Francesco: Listen man, we were just tyring to placate these obsessive fans we had, not change the world. And mostly to get Carol to shut up.
Thanks for your thoughts. We are both challenged and inspired by your insights.
I never claimed I could sing.
Sorry folks. My apologies to each of you. I'm just coming out of the hangover that inspired me to write that incoherent psycho-babble. I love all!
I've been under a lot of stress lately with the plant closing down and Molly delivering our third in April. Wouldn;t be such a downer if I actually loved her. We were in high school for god's sake when she first got pregnant, just kids. I mean I respect her, even admire her. I just don't know if I love her. But my kids, ya know? They bring so much joy to my life that I'm willing to meander through my existence just so I can tuck them in each night and tell them how much I love them.
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