Plinky asked, “Who’s your favorite comedian? Is there anyone you can’t stand?”
George Carlin May 12 1937 — June 22 2008
George Carlin is the King of Comedians as far as I’m concerned. He’s always hilarious. I love watching old clips and reading his books. His death was a huge loss to the world and came far too early. It certainly doesn’t hurt that he shared my lack of respect for religion.
I see no reason to name comedians I can’t stand and give them attention, but purely physical comedy leaves me cold, as does anything that involves picking on members of the audience.
Wow. This has been a very short week. I’m sure it doesn’t feel that way to my poor Sam, but it does to me. That’s what happens when you sleep through most of it, I suppose. I’ve avoided acknowledging the possibility that Katie AND I have mono, but I have the same symptoms she does, and neither of us are getting any better.
My dreams are increasingly weird. I have to think that I’ve slept so much that my brain is done with ordinary processing, so now it’s dredging up All That Weird Shit. Increased hypnagogic episodes, oh joy. I hate those!
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