SCIENTISTS ARE SUCH ASSHOLES
So! Another month, another blog post! Bam! We're cooking with gas now! Well, sorta. Google sends word that they will be ending support for Blogger via FTP, which is how I get these sweet sweet posts on here. Chances are, I will just migrate this thing over to Blogger's new(ish) Custom Domain service, but this does give me a window to switch to something like WordPress. Any fans out there?
Meanwhile, it sucks they cured AIDS. There. I said it:
Did we all watch that? Good. I love comedy. And I love it in a way that really leaves me in awe when it is done well. I can't say the same for drama or music ... really most other performance art. But I think this little sketch (Elizabeth Banks' directorial debut) is so great. And what's great about it is the willingness of the actors to let some of the funniest lines slip out just under their breath:
"Matt ... please."
"Rocketman..."
"Balls on that guy. Jesus."
It reminds me of Clark and Michael. Which I shall now go watch. See you in March, muchachos!
Meanwhile, it sucks they cured AIDS. There. I said it:
Did we all watch that? Good. I love comedy. And I love it in a way that really leaves me in awe when it is done well. I can't say the same for drama or music ... really most other performance art. But I think this little sketch (Elizabeth Banks' directorial debut) is so great. And what's great about it is the willingness of the actors to let some of the funniest lines slip out just under their breath:
"Matt ... please."
"Rocketman..."
"Balls on that guy. Jesus."
It reminds me of Clark and Michael. Which I shall now go watch. See you in March, muchachos!
