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Comedy shows that everyone should watch

Sunday Aug 21, 2005

According to this humor test, my humor style is “vulgar, complex, and light. Yours is the most versatile and also the most popular kind of humor. You’ll crack a joke about just about anything, but you’re not mean-spirited or intimidating, so you can get away with it–even when, for example, you bust on Mexicans. You appreciate a good dirty joke as much as next person, but, over all, you’ve got a brainier approach to humor than most. Now just go out there and write up a routine; it’s likely you’d be good at it. ”

The test results couldn’t have said it better (except that I can’t make my own jokes). Although my sense of humor can be mean (well, according to nicer people’s standards), I particularly enjoy jokes or comedy shows that are intelligent and clever. I mean, think about it–the more clever the joke is, the meaner the punchline. >:D To give you an example of stuff I find funny, let me tell you about my two favorite shows (they’re actually cartoons) and why anyone with a sense of humor should watch them.

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Drawn Together

If you think that reality shows have sunk to levels so low that calling them “stupid” would actually be a compliment, then you will enjoy Drawn Together. It’s the first animated reality show about 8 cartoon characters from all over the cartoon universe living in one house, trying to get over their differences so that they can come together as a family. And other heartwarming things like that.

As with any reality show, Drawn is very character-driven. There’s Xandir, the gay video-game hero on a never-ending quest to save his “girlfriend”. Ling-ling, one of my favorites, is a Japanese trading card monster reminiscent of Pokemon’s Pikachu. Captain Hero is a superhero who isn’t quite a big, blue Boy Scout. There’s also a Disney-esque princess called Clara who likes to express herself through songs, a mystery-solving singer named Foxxy-Love (think Josie and the Pussycats, except she’s black), an internet cartoon, Spanky Ham, and Wooldor Bat. I’m not sure what the hell Wooldor is. He’s my least favorite character, and even the Drawn Together players share my opinion. My favorite character is Toot Braunstein, a forgotten 20’s sex symbol who is violent and has various eating disorders.

In every episode, the show’s mysterious producer basically comes up with various tasks and challenges for the cartoons in the Drawn Together house, and they all either screw up or screw each other (they mostly screw up). I suppose people who are very sensitive about racial jokes won’t appreciate this show because there are quite lot of it. Personally, I don’t mind laughing at racial jokes; I think they’re funny. Let me clarify that I’m not a racist, but I don’t see anything wrong with laughing at established racial stereotypes, including Filipino ones. Life is already too serious and stressful as it is; people really ought to lighten up about the whole racial thing. And this is one of the reasons why Drawn Together is so great–they don’t take the whole race issue very seriously.

I look forward to watching this show every week because not only does it keep me laughing for a good thirty minutes; I always feel better and more cheerful afterwards. (Except for this one episode that involved taking a crap on pizza. My sense of humor may be vulgar, but that doesn’t mean I find toilet humor funny.) There are only 8 episodes in the first season, but the second one should be out around October. >:D I hope they come out with an anime schoolgirl character; that should be really interesting.

Drawn Together airs in the United States at Weds 10:30p/9:30c on Comedy Central, and 10:00 pm Saturday on Jack TV in the Philippines.

Happy Tree Friends

Happy Tree Friends is a short cartoon series about the misadventures of rainbow-colored, stuffed toy-cuddly cartoon animals. Don’t be fooled by their sugary-sweet appearances because this show is so not for little kids. (I imagine it’d be cool if I raised my kids to Happy Tree Friends but I don ‘t want them to grow up trying to dislocate peoples’ limbs or bashing peoples’ faces in with planks of wood. I’m certainly going to be their first victim.) No matter how their day begins, each episode always ends with somebody’s eyeballs falling out or arms getting torn from their torsos.

It reminds me of this game my friends and I play called “It Could Be Worse”. I played it once with two girl friends who are into yaoi (anime boysex) and Pat, who runs far far away from yaoi. We made Pat start all the stories, and no matter how he began it (”The Teletubbies came to the Philippines for a concert.”), every single one ended up with boysex or two of our mutual male friends having boysex. Finally, frustrated and traumatized with his head on his hands, Pat said, “A tree falls in the woods.”

“It could be worse. The tree could land on a daisy chain.”

I know there’s nothing very funny about woodland animals getting torn up into shreds, but this show makes me laugh so hard, I feel like I’m going to die. It’s probably because the characters are so wholesome and innocent-looking that when something violent happens to them, it doesn’t quite fit the picture. I’m not that sure what channel plays this in the States but my sister told me MTV plays Happy Tree Friends here in the Philippines. Not that it’s a problem since all the episodes are in the website.

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No, my humor style isn’t the most mature thing on earth. It doesn’t have to be. Perhaps someday I’ll outgrow this and be as dry and humorless as an Agustinian nun. But while I’m still in my youth and unaffected by the horrors of racism and reality, I shall revel in my vulgar sense of humor.


*drool* European fashion

Friday Aug 19, 2005

I find it strange how I’ve never paid attention to those fancy-schmancy European fashion designers and their ridiculously overpriced items, and now I am lusting over a Louis Vuitton bag. This gorgeous gem costs $750 (approximately 41,250 pesos)–an exhorbitant amount for such an everyday, ordinary item. But I love the bag’s shape and its simple, functional, and classy design. The website’s description makes it sound like gold: A beautiful blend of everyday practicality and signature Louis Vuitton luxury, the Batignolles is perfectly sized for carrying as a sophisticated shopper or briefcase. The roomy interior easily holds a laptop or documents for versatility, while classic Monogram Canvas is accented with sleek golden hardware and sumptuous natural cowhide trim for an elegant finish.

I can’t stop staring at the picture and wondering how it would feel like to carry the bag on my shoulders or run my fingers over the monogram canvas. I used to find the LV monogram too showy, but after romanticizing the Louis Vuitton bag I saw the monogram in a whole new light. I want to world to know that I am a woman who owns a Louis Vuitton, bought and paid for with money I earned not through prostitution (unlike my more desperate and slutty counterparts), but through the wonderful world of capitalism. When I become a rich lady, this bag (maybe not this particular one if it gets phased out in the future) is the first thing that I am going to buy. To me, a Louis Vuitton bag is the ultimate symbol of the good life. I mean, if I can spend 41,000 on a handbag without flinching, then that means I can buy pretty much whatever I want without feeling guilty or worrying about my budget. It must be such a wonderful thing, to always be able to afford what you want. Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of life I want to live.

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Actual conversation overheard by Tina in the ladies’ room at school a couple of days ago:

Girl 1: I’m in such a dilemma.
Girl 2: What’s wrong?
Girl 1: I have a major paper due soon and I don’t know who to team up with. The jocks? Or the nerds?
Girl 2: Go for the jocks!
Girl 1: But I desperately need the grade!
Girl 2: You don’t need grades; you need the connections.

*slaps forehead* Ladies and gentlemen, the students of the reputedly prestigious university that I go to.


Napoleon Dynamite

Wednesday Aug 17, 2005

Napoleon Dynamite

I heard about Napoleon Dynamite during my vacation in the States last summer from some news thing I stumbled upon while channel surfing. The reporter was saying how this movie made being dorky the “in” thing in some American high schools and naturally, that made me curious. Not curious enough to get my own copy of the movie though, but if I could’ve seen it for free I would have (I was already low on dollars and I didn’t think that my PC could play foreign DVDs. I just found out very recently that it can. Had I known that while I was in the States, I would’ve hoarded all the cheaper DVDs at Costco).

Anyway, I did get around to seeing Napoleon Dynamite for free last Friday from a friend who did buy the DVD in the States. Here’s what I think of the movie in four words: I don’t get it.

Watching Dynamite was like being an audience member of some world-famous starving painter who’s supposed to be a real artist and all. I’m sitting there, expecting the dude come up a gorgeous landscape or horses or some comprehensable image of sorts. But to my dismay, the artist starts drawing all these lines, geometric figures, and splashing random drops of paint on the canvas. The audience sits in awed silence. I’m staring at the guy with knitted eyebrows. Two hours later he’s done, exhausted, and then he proudly calls his mess on canvas an “art piece”. The audience members claps, throws roses at him, and discusses among themselves about what a masterpiece the painting he is and how the guy must be a fricking genius to have thought of such a thing. Everybody leaves to have cocktails with the artist except me, because I’m still sitting on my chair, staring at the painting with a confused “huh?” expression on my face.

Yes, that’s exactly what watching Napoleon Dynamite felt like for me. Okay, maybe the dry, blase-ness of the characters, and the events that came from out of nowhere was supposed to be some artistic statement of sorts. But I didn’t get it. I couldn’t even relate to any of the characters because they were either too weird, too stupid, too dull, or all three. Neither did I feel sorry for them. Whenever Napoleon did something, I felt the same kind of amusement I get from watching the most socially-awkward guy at school interact with more “normal” people in class. It’s hardly even amusement, really; I felt more embarassed for the guy than anything else.

My rating? 1/5 (I was supposed to give it a 0, but I thought the soundtrack was great). I have no idea what the American youth sees in Napoleon Dynamite, but whatever it is I suppose it’s better than Britney Spears. In any case, I am so glad I didn’t pay for the DVD.