Laughter
The Man Who Was Almost on Carson
Marty Blevins has spent thirty-eight years in comedy, or thirty-six, depending on whether you count the insurance years he claims were spent âdeveloping material.â He calls himself a veteran of the late-night circuit, a pioneer of observational humor, and a performer whose career was once personally affected by the Amazing Kreskin. The Pompous Post dispatched field correspondent Gerald P. Whitcomb to interview Marty ahead of his set at the Chuckle Bucket, a comedy club sandwiched between a tire store and a building that used to be a tire store.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
Everything Is Fine
There is something reassuring about waking up in the morning, pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and spending the first few quiet minutes of the day discovering all the new and exciting ways civilization has apparently gone off the rails while you were sleeping.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
The Mathematics Are Clearly Not Mathing
Humanity has accomplished some impressive things. We have split the atom, mapped the human genome, landed machines on Mars, photographed black holes, and created tiny computers powerful enough to access virtually all accumulated human knowledge while sitting on the toilet.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
Beasts of Burden
There was a time when romance required very little infrastructure. At twenty-three, you could meet somebody at a party, stay out until two in the morning, eat something from a food truck whose health inspection certificate appeared to have been printed during the Carter administration, and then fall asleep on a couch containing three failed springs and a decorative pillow shaped like a beer can. You woke up six hours later feeling terrific, and went to work without showering.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
