<presents tea> <skritches shoulders> <makes balloon animals... well, really, attempts to make balloon animals, since I'm not actually especially good at making balloon animals, but I've found that badly trying to make balloon animals is a really good way to make people laugh when they're feeling out of sorts, and it's really hard to stay out of sorts when you're busy laughing...>
*Why* do I hear Eddie saying that in my mind's ear?
By the way, the question was asked at some ungodly hour of the morning this morning: Why do we find Eddie Izzard so funny? Or, slightly differently, why is Eddie Izzard funny? Thoughts?
I'm not really in the habit of deconstructing why I think someone's funny. S/he just is. In this case the seemingly off-hand attitude and stream of consciousness style. Vast intelligence mixed with swearing: anytime you refer to Hitler as a "mass murdering fuckhead..." it's a win. And so on.
And not just any sausage, this is the Giant Sausage of Sumatra! It stalks the caverns and sewers of that great city, sowing a reign of terror exceeded only by the sausage's cousin, the Great Rat of Calcutta. They've had a kind of sibling rivalry thing going for millennia, that's actually the only thing that keeps the Sausage going. He knows that one day, one day his legend will exceed that of the Rat, and then he will be able to sleep.
But until then, he prowls the drains, terrorizing cockroaches, spiders, tropical snakes, and the infant crocodiles that tourists flush down the drains when they realize that they'll never be able to get them through customs, hoping, eternally, that this one, this small terrified creature he's loomed above, will finally be the one who makes his legend greater than his Nemesis.
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<makes balloon animals... well, really, attempts to make balloon animals, since I'm not actually especially good at making balloon animals, but I've found that badly trying to make balloon animals is a really good way to make people laugh when they're feeling out of sorts, and it's really hard to stay out of sorts when you're busy laughing...>
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By the way, the question was asked at some ungodly hour of the morning this morning: Why do we find Eddie Izzard so funny? Or, slightly differently, why is Eddie Izzard funny? Thoughts?
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In this case the seemingly off-hand attitude and stream of consciousness style. Vast intelligence mixed with swearing: anytime you refer to Hitler as a "mass murdering fuckhead..." it's a win.
And so on.
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It stalks the caverns and sewers of that great city, sowing a reign of terror exceeded only by the sausage's cousin, the Great Rat of Calcutta. They've had a kind of sibling rivalry thing going for millennia, that's actually the only thing that keeps the Sausage going. He knows that one day, one day his legend will exceed that of the Rat, and then he will be able to sleep.
But until then, he prowls the drains, terrorizing cockroaches, spiders, tropical snakes, and the infant crocodiles that tourists flush down the drains when they realize that they'll never be able to get them through customs, hoping, eternally, that this one, this small terrified creature he's loomed above, will finally be the one who makes his legend greater than his Nemesis.
It is a sad life, for a Sausage.
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Whimsy
(And now I clearly need to write the rest of the short piece about the Giant Sausage of Sumatra)
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