So last night we went to see Jim Gaffigan with friends and that man is frickin' hilarious. When I was younger I adored stand up comedy. I thought Elaine Boosler and Steven Wright were gods. But, the thing about stand up comedy is that these people are not machines, and so there's a serious law of diminishing returns. The more you like them, the more you watch and listen to them, and the more you notice that they're telling the same jokes they were four years ago.
Then came Comic Relief. It was genius. Every year there was a new special and a new album and you could fast forward past the infuriating comics and voila - relatively new material from funny people every year. But still, the acts take on a familiar pattern. Seinfeld took things in a different direction which was cool for a while. Then there was Dave Chappelle - suddenly my faith in human's ability to be funny was renewed. But then he checked out for a while.
And along came Jim "Hot Pocket" Gaffigan. Ha! He is pale. He sort of screams "Minnesota". He joked that he could be the poster boy for Mormonism. He has pretty seamless transitions. He is indoorsy. He's a special brand of uncool that isn't trying too hard. Mmmmm.
Luckily we won't have to go long without another hit of comedy - Netflix tells me we have a Demitri Martin special on the way to our house today. Demitri Martin has something too. He's smart, and I tend to think in five years he'll be genius.
And now it's Friday and we get to have a weekend... hopefully.