...in philadelphia.
and it's apparently sunny there, too.
i love this show. and i'm glad they have the allowance to use foul language. not because dirty words are funny (and so that you know, they are never funny when an elderly person says them for no reason other than to imply that a potty-mouthed senior citizen is somehow comical), but because it is more true and honest.
seriously.
napolean dynamite pulled it off somehow - not having any cuss words, but in addition to rat feces, if you're gonna write a comedy sketch, you're gonna have some swearing in it.
and they do it right.
it happens in their regular speech, just as we all let loose those words. it isn't like that solitary shocker that gets added to ensure there is controversy or that the show or film gets that tougher rating. it's not an orangutan raising its third digit to a burly though guy, prompting kids to ask their mommy "what is he doing?". and it's not jamie lee curtis standing in front of a bathroom mirror with dan akroyd gazing at her reflection as the plot goes nowhere and the men in the audience shift in their seats, uncomfortable as their date turns to gauge how they reacted.
it's real.
and the funniest thing on tv in a fucking year.
and it's apparently sunny there, too.
i love this show. and i'm glad they have the allowance to use foul language. not because dirty words are funny (and so that you know, they are never funny when an elderly person says them for no reason other than to imply that a potty-mouthed senior citizen is somehow comical), but because it is more true and honest.
seriously.
napolean dynamite pulled it off somehow - not having any cuss words, but in addition to rat feces, if you're gonna write a comedy sketch, you're gonna have some swearing in it.
and they do it right.
it happens in their regular speech, just as we all let loose those words. it isn't like that solitary shocker that gets added to ensure there is controversy or that the show or film gets that tougher rating. it's not an orangutan raising its third digit to a burly though guy, prompting kids to ask their mommy "what is he doing?". and it's not jamie lee curtis standing in front of a bathroom mirror with dan akroyd gazing at her reflection as the plot goes nowhere and the men in the audience shift in their seats, uncomfortable as their date turns to gauge how they reacted.
it's real.
and the funniest thing on tv in a fucking year.
i'll type more about it some other time, but i needed to mention that i bought a new computer. from dell's outlet and i got a killer deal on the thing. "thing" is an accurate description, as compared to its predecessor it is a beast.
it's wicked fast and i have no idea how i'm going to catch up to it. hell, the damn video card has just as much RAM as my old system. and at 2.8 GHz, given that it's a Pentium D, it's nearly six times faster!
my only complaint:
it's too damn quiet. i'm used to clicks and whirring and if i can hear the fan, then i know my computer's still breathing. this thing..? churchmouse.
it's wicked fast and i have no idea how i'm going to catch up to it. hell, the damn video card has just as much RAM as my old system. and at 2.8 GHz, given that it's a Pentium D, it's nearly six times faster!
my only complaint:
it's too damn quiet. i'm used to clicks and whirring and if i can hear the fan, then i know my computer's still breathing. this thing..? churchmouse.
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