Venus wants Buddy to quit asking her to “make puppies.” Buddy wants Winston’s help wooing Venus. Winston wants Guy’s respect. Guy wants Dolly’s job. Dolly wants to know the meaning of it all. Nobody knows what Fiddler really wants, not even Fiddler. But mostly . . . these sled dogs just want to run.
Sounds simple? It should be, but even dogs have their office politics. Office politics with sharp, sharp teeth.
From Colbert Report writer Glenn Eichler and dog channeling artist Joe “Fur” Infurnari comes a postmodern tale of heroism on the tundra, epic romance, and yellow snow. (Hint: don’t eat it.) Mush! is Arrested Development meets Call of the Wild—two great tastes that taste pretty funny together.
Heart of Darkness
Hosted By Greg Bariss
Friday, December 9th, 2011 at 8:00PM
Union Hall, Brooklyn, NY
Tickets: $8 – $10.
Cousin Corinne’s ‘Live Comix Block’ Signing
with presentations by:
Glenn Eichler | Joe Infurnari | Nick Abadzis | Dean Haspiel
Curated & MC’d by Dean Haspiel
Thursday, December 8th at 7:00PM
BookCourt – 163 Court Street (b/w Pacific & Dean), Brooklyn, NY.
Frank has posted a second clip for his new book “Sad Monsters” This one centers on an out-of-work realtor who ends up temping for Bloody Mary, because “in this economy, you take whatever job you’re offered, even if the job is “mirror phantasm.”
TCR writer Frank Lesser has written a new book, “Sad Monsters: Growling on the Outside, Crying on the Inside.”
An Emmy Award-winning writer for The Colbert Report follows in the (big) footsteps of Bigfoot: I Not Dead.
Monsters have it tough. Besides being deeply misunderstood, they suffer from very real problems: Mummies have body image issues, Godzilla is going through an existential crisis, and creatures from the black lagoon face discrimination from creatures from the white lagoon. At heart, these monsters are human; after all, you are what you eat. Quirkily illustrated, Sad Monsters hilariously documents the trials and tribulations of all the undead creatures monster-mad readers have grown to love, from vampires and werewolves, to chupacabras and sphinxes, and even claw-footed bathtubs.
It has been a long Monday, and it’s nearly 9 p.m. Colbert is still wearing pancake makeup and a red power tie as he dismisses Scardino and Levin, shuts the door, sits down, and smiles. That’s when the man behind the caricature emerges. It turns out that the real Stephen Colbert is a mensch. He just doesn’t want his employees around while he gushes about them. “I don’t know what they do to people at Cornell. I don’t know what they inject them with. Maybe it’s in the gorge water,” he says. “But both Meredith and Liz have this unbelievable energy, always ready with an idea.”
Colbert continues in this vein for several minutes and then, the interview over, he opens the door and spots the two women standing nearby. Narrowing his eyes, he wags a finger at them in an attempt at intimidation. “I’ll see the two of you early tomorrow morning.”
Colbert has a background in improvisational comedy, and the writing room reflects that collaborative sensibility. “I don’t care whose idea it is, mine or somebody else’s,” he says. “I just want it to be as funny as it can be.”
Writing for Colbert’s distinctive voice, says Scardino, is “liberating because you’re already starting from such a funny point.” She adds, “Stephen is like a hurricane of skills. He can sing. He can dance. He can cry on command. You can write anything for him, and you know he’d do a way better job than you can imagine. I’m sure if I wrote something that had him fly fishing while tap dancing, he’d be an expert at it.”
One of Scardino’s occasional assignments is to prepare questions for Colbert to ask during his nightly interview segment, the guests ranging from Nicholas Kristof to Kris Kristofferson. After perusing a guest’s book or biography (“You get smarter—at least dinner party smarter,” she says), it is simply a matter of crafting queries worthy of Colbert’s obnoxious alter-ego. So when journalism professor Dan Sinker, the man behind a phony and fantastical Rahm Emanuel Twitter account, was a guest on the show, Scardino wrote this question for Colbert: “Why did you start this fake Twitter feed? Is academia that bone-crushingly boring?” And when Steve Martin appeared on an earlier show, Scardino made use of her painting major, putting the noted art collector’s knowledge to the test. For instance, Colbert asked Martin to determine which of two choices was actually Ellsworth Kelly’s “Green” and which was a Sherwin-Williams paint swatch.
But Scardino also gravitates toward what she calls “the borderline incredibly dumb things.” Last November, she felt it was time for Colbert—”by the power invested in me by basic cable”—to pardon a Thanksgiving turkey for all crimes past, present, and future. Naturally, later in the show, the turkey (named Joseph Gobbles) went on the lam after shooting an intern in a drug deal gone bad.
Full Article: Cornell Alumni Magazine.
TCR writer Scott Sherman has written a new book, Bad for the Jews: Jews in the News Who Embarrass the Tribe.
Scott Sherman has taken it upon himself to compile a list of 50 Oy-vey inducing members of the tribe—from politics, entertainment and white collar crime—who make it tougher than it already is to be a Jew these days.
“As a Catholic, I’m not sure I was allowed to laugh while reading Bad For The Jews, but I did anyway. Please don’t send letters.” –Stephen Colbert
“As funny as it is insightful. And so bad for the Jews, it’s actually good for the Jews.” –Lewis Black, Comedian and Author of Me of Little Faith
Jim Higgins of the Journal Sentinel has a few words about the book:
Sherman organizes his cultural malfeasants into groups of bad (the mildest cases), badder and baddest. They were all alive when he wrote the book. Amy Winehouse, unfortunately, died before it was published.
Since I’m a goy, you’re free to question as to whether I’m qualified to have an opinion on Sherman’s book. But I might say to you, who better than a goy to know what’s truly a shanda for the goyim and what’s plain old ordinary human screwing up?
You can read the rest of his review at JSOnline.