The first thing I noticed were her eyes — piercing, oceanic blue, lined with long and luxurious lashes that seemed to kiss together as she blinked. The second thing I noticed were her lips — visible.
My heart tumbled to the linoleum. There was only one reason a woman such as her came into an establishment such as this with those ruby red lips exposed for the world to see: she wanted attention, and not the “between the sheets” kind I longed to give her.
I had no choice but to approach her, because it was literally my job. “Ma’am,” I said, bracing myself for the inevitable viral scene that was to come, “You can’t come in here without a face mask.” …
In her new book DUMB JOKES FOR SMART FOLKS, Jessica Delfino combines her original takes on puns, riddles, and wordplay with deep meta dives into the classic joke form to deliver laughs for anyone who digs a good “mom joke.”
I had the chance to talk to Jessica about her joke writing process, what makes a joke funny, and how motherhood has inspired her sense of humor.
Jessica Delfino: Well, my joke book is a little different. When you think of a joke book, you might think of knock-knock jokes or something like that, but my book is [based on] the idea of reclaiming “dad jokes.” Everyone’s heard of dad jokes. Dads are the funny ones, they’re light, and they’re silly and goofy, and moms are the mad ones, we’re angry and we’re tired. …
Writer/director/producer Jeffrey Scott Collins recently released his first feature film, Poor Greg Drowning, a grounded comedy in the vein of I Love You, Man.
I had the chance to talk to Jeffrey about his soul crushing years in finance, the challenges and rewards of directing your own writing, and Poor Greg Drowning’s daunting road to release.
Jeffrey Scott Collins: As young as I can remember, I was always either writing or making little short films. I remember my mom had this fifty pound VHS camcorder (laughs), and at the age of five I was using that and making these little short films. So I was always just kind of writing and creating up until high school, and then in high school I did a cinematography class with my friends. …
I used to suffer from horrible insomnia. Night after night, I’d find myself staring at the ceiling as the hours ticked by, unable to find peace. I tried everything from counting sheep to Ambien and found no relief. Then one night, in an exhaustion-induced fugue state, I downloaded Tinder.
It would be the solution to all my problems. Before I had dated men I knew socially or met through mutual friends — mature, responsible guys with “jobs” and “hobbies” and “therapists.” But the men I found on Tinder were immature, emotionally stunted, defensive, and still convinced they could do better than me! …
Once a week, without fail, there’s a murder in my small seaside town. And once week, without fail, my partner Josh rolls in the station with some hare-brained scheme of how we’re going to catch the guy who did it.
Here’s a few of his most recent schemes: impersonating a member of the armed forces to trick a suspect into trusting us, impersonating a member of the clergy to trick the suspect into confessing, and impersonating a member of ABBA and releasing a new single whose lyrics are a confession and hoping the suspect sings along to it. …
A: Good question! The Winners’ Cemetery is a cemetery for winners, unlike most cemeteries, which are primarily for losers.
A: The people buried here decide, by being winners and not losers.
A: No! In 1924, local whiskey bootlegger and failed boxer Sherman “Nail Hands” McGee snuck onto the cemetery’s South Lawn, where he proceeded to fall into an open grave ironically intended for his rival, Nathaniel “Hammer Hands” Johnston. McGee died instantly, and the powers that be decided it was easier to just cover him with dirt.
Critics say McGee’s presence taints the Winners’ Cemetery, but we like to think that if everyone is a winner, no one is. …
Gen Z. On one hand, you want them to buy your products, because that’s how you make money, but on the other — AHHH!! They’re just so scary. What if, while you’re trying to market to them, they make fun of your slip-on sneakers? “Hey Grandma, too arthritic to tie a lace anymore?” is just one of the hurtful things these lawless, godless teens can shout at you, with no regard for how you are only 36.
Even though these fashionable, attractive teens (how are they all so fashionable and attractive?!!) are objectively terrifying, they make up a growing share of consumers. …
After Joe Biden delivered a clear, competent, and compassionate speech at the Democratic National Convention, it seems the Trump campaign may have made an error in telling their voters Biden was sickly, brain-addled, and hiding in a basement. Will the President pivot to a new tactic, or double down on this bad one?
Double down, of course! Here’s some ideas for how the Trump campaign can continue the ‘Sleepy Joe’ characterization after Biden’s speech:
Speech? What speech? I didn’t see a speech.
That speech was pre-taped years ago. Decades.
Remember that part where he stuttered slightly? That wasn’t because he has struggled for years with a stutter. It’s because his brain is bad, and we’re going to replay that part until it’s all you remember. …
In his debut memoir BORN TO BE PUBLIC, Greg Mania recounts his coming-of-age adventures in New York City’s wild early-aughts nightlife scene, infiltrating the city’s socialite set, and eventually trading it all for a life in comedy.
I had the chance to chat with Greg about his journey from blogger to memoirist, his experience pitching and selling his book, and finding joy as a debut author during a pandemic.
Greg Mania: It wasn’t on my mind. I was using the internet, specifically Blogspot and Twitter, to explore my voice and carve a space out for myself on the digital landscape. I was just learning about myself and trying to hone in on a voice. [Twitter] was a great tool for that because I was able to experiment with my comedic style. It really forced me to learn — because of the character limit — to cut any extraneous material and focus on the detail that matters. It made me sharper and learn the beat of a joke, the structure of a joke. …
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