Guys, your comment of the week in a moment, but first: I have not one but TWO editions of the Internet Read Aloud, LA’s best live comedy show about the Internet, to plug! The first is one week from today, at our usual place (The Clubhouse in Los Feliz) but at a special late night time, 11 pm, so we’re calling it The Internet Read Aloud: AFTER DARK.
Will this show feature songs about the online anti-circumcision community? Not to give too much away, but: yes. Here’s the Facebook event, if you’re interested!
“But Josh,” you whine, “A week isn’t enough time for me to make plans, plus 11 pm is too late.” Well, fine, how about ANOTHER show TWO weeks from today, at the same place but our usual time of 8 pm? That’s right, it’s The Internet Read Aloud: DOG DAYS OF SUMMER.
This one will feature even more agitation for class war than usual, so you don’t want to miss that. Come to both to prove how extremely cool you are! And yes, this one has a Facebook event too!
OK, enough of that [ominous music sting] … for now. Let’s enjoy this hilarious comment of the week!
“When Gasoline Alley launched, penicillin hadn’t been invented yet and phenobarbital had only been on the market for six years. We should be surprised the band even knows what they are.” –Edmund Schluessel
The runners up are, as ever, very funny!
“Rufus has written a song with a goddamned semicolon in the title? Jesus, I didn’t even think Sufjan Stevens was that pretentious.” –Joe Blevins
“Bitten by a radioactive newspaper, Peter Parker has gained that medium’s proportionate strength. He can offer news many hours after it has ceased to be topical; he can pursue centrism by presenting both sides of any argument as equally valid; he can host op-eds of any cranks who are old enough to sound legitimate; he has a sidekick, ‘Funny Pages Boy.’ Also, he is slowly dying.” –Ettorre
“Ben Franklin’s statue pose is seated, legs spread, providing the best view of his junk — making it the most accurate portrayal in the field of historic sculpture. The only change the original artist made was to put pants on him.” –Truckosaurus
“Damnit, Alice, it’s 2018: you really should be communicating with your lover via WhatsApp or a second gmail address.” –pugfuggly
“Hoping against hope that today’s Marvin strip is going to lead into some diaper-related rapping. ‘My name’s Jenny Miller and I’m here to say / I regret birthing Marvin every day.’” –Schroduck
“Barry’s Mom really has really perfected her martyred expression. And I mean literally — panel two looks like a central icon for the church of Our Lady of Sports Widows.” –TheDiva
“Doesn’t this Hagar presentation fit with the strip’s experimental, non-linear timeline? In the grand reconstruction of the saga of Hagar’s vikingr raids in England and France, ‘Lucky Eddie dates a mermaid’ is somewhere between ‘shipwrecked on a desert island’ and ‘Eddie and Hagar are burned at the stake for several pretty understandable reasons.’” –Navigator
“I assume the punchline is not that Dagwood can’t eat all that food, but that he’s going to murder a pizza-boy for carrying a pizza on its edge.” –Andy L
“OK, that one thing is pretty much a sword. But that other one is the longest turkey baster I have ever laid eyes on. I dare say Thanksgiving prep is serious business to these ladies.” –Paula Gehringer, on Facebook
“With a single candle and a simple sacrifice of eggplant and meatloaf, the Lockhorns summon the primal darkness from before the Big Bang (known in Haiti as ‘L’Ombre Vieux’ or ‘Baba Ojiji’) to devour this forsaken and loveless universe once and for all, because the complete annihilation of everything, and everything beneath everything, is the only way they can be freed of one another’s company.” –Applemask
“Do you get the feeling Gil is annoyed that one of his jocks put math class to good use? ‘Damn these newfangled statistics!’” –Old School Allie Cat
“Given the run-down state of the Smith home, I’m guessing that the salesman is just staring at all this going on through a large hole in the wall, shaking his head and sighing.” –JJ48
“‘I hear there’s a lot of [death by natural causes] going around,’ says the literal old buzzard hiding among the tree-diner’s foliage waiting to hear which funeral home and whether it’s an open casket, hoping for some of that sweet, sweet carrion.” –Bobby Sneakers
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