Saw some comics tonight. A pretty good bunch. It's a hard week for standup. Christmas right around the corner, everybody's schedule full of plans... The house wasn't full, and so we didn't build the kind of laughter momentum the comics would have preferred. On a Wednesday.
But they were devoted professionals, who pushed through and delivered some quality material. And some gross unfunny stuff. But all comedy is like that.
The best comic of the night told more Hitler jokes than I recall hearing in one night. And one of them was the funniest joke in his set. He was riffing about war protesters, "no blood for oil" causing traffic jams, causing us to burn more oil. And signs comparing George Bush to Hitler. And that's a bad comparison, because Hitler was a skilled public speaker.
Delivery is 90% of comedy. The second comic of the night had excellent timing and mood. The final comic had a rant that culminated in a tumor being biopsied "and I want you to tell me if it's malignant or benign and which one of those is bad". That rant only worked because of the speed and anger with which it was delivered.
Comedy is funny.
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