I first saw this Abbot & Costello sketch when I was in middle school. It blew my mind. It was my first lesson in bullshitting and justification.
For some reason I woke up this morning thinking about it.
Damn I love it. So Good.
I love this bit
i have no idea what this is. my kid just texted me this picture. it’s probably a game. maybe this is a new language that children have just now evolved to the point of speaking and i’ll never understand it because that’s just how it is. what if, on a macroscopic evolutionary level, in terms of the entire population of the human race on earth, due to the constant accumulation of slight genetic variation with each new brood we spawn as well as the sheer fact that the respective consciousnesses of successive generations have experienced different timespans of world history and thereby understand reality itself differently, we’re rendered fundamentally incomprehensible to one another in certain non-trivial ways. maybe it’s just a game. probably. idk
Dear sirs & madams,
I write this missive not with the hopes of obtaining employment, but rather with an eye toward having it published on whatever passes for Buzzfeed one hundred years hence. By then I will have made my name and fortune, and you will appear foolish for not having hired me.
To that end, I will now describe my skills in a plucky and colorful manner. I write as quickly and sharply as a state trooper filling out tickets on Memorial Day weekend. I am as smart as a whip, a supernatural whip imbued with the spirit of an artist. I ran a gazette out of my dorm room. I ran liquor for a syndicate. I syndicated my column about the joys of liquor and running, and it appeared in many gazettes.
I am sure the blog readers of 2114, reading this with the benefit of knowing that I went on to win all the awards and garner all the prestige, are all giving you the stink eye through their Google Glass version 75.3.6 for not having hired me.
Thank you for your time.
Yours, &c &c,2 Notes
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I’ve seen this strip posted a few places and as it seemed such a nice description of a very specific feeling, I got curious as to what Charlie Brown might’ve been listening to. This comic was originally run in March 5th, 1953. So this pretty bummer of a song, number one on the charts at the time (and for the previous month), is as good a guess as any: