Wait, there’s really a guy named Jack Handey? Somehow when hearing all those Deep Thoughts on SNL, I assumed the name was made up.
I’m part of the 0% who found it kind of funny, but not hilarious.
OK. Let’s not get hung up on the 2%. I was just tossing that out there as a way of introducing it. If you search for “Jack Handey” at the New Yorker.com he has another piece there that I don’t think is quite as funny but still worth reading.
He had one a few years back where he mentioned doing his funny cowboy dance at a party. I wish I could find it online.
I also think it’s funny that something totally moronic is in the pages of the New Yorker. There is no punchline. That’s just his style – write a bunch of stuff that he thinks is funny and string it together loosely.
Here’s another link that I found through google cache. I think that’s pretty funny.
That’s only part that made me give a half a snicker. Perhaps I’m one of those who is merely mildly amused by Jack Handey. Perhaps *my * standards are too high
I felt as if he was talking directly to me.
I am usually only mildly amused by Jack Handey, but this was different, for me.
Whatever percentage is the one that likes it is the percentage I’m part of.
I chuckled at a few lines, a couple of which have been quoted above, but overall it wasn’t that great. It was friend’s-drunken-blogging quality, not published-in-the-New-Yorker quality.
Sublime. Begins like satire, then goes off into Jack-Handey-world. I laughed like a loon.
Steve Martin is from Texas?!?!
He was born in Waco, but his parents moved when he was very young.
Born a poor black child, if I remember correctly.
I thought it was awesome, and not just compared to the 98% of what’s published in Shouts and Murmurs that’s total shite.