The latest "writers block" is interesting

What comedian makes you pee your pants laughing?

I don't know about pee my pants or anything, but there is always something about the double whammy of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert in the evenings that always gets me. Not so much since the strike.

As for stand-up... Most wring a chuckle out of me, but very early Margaret Cho always gets me, especially the routines about her mother. Early Ellen Degeneres is wonderful wonderful stuff. In addition, I would fling my panties at both Eddie Izzard and Bill Engvall. Eddie Izzard because his routines are fabulous (especially when he lapses into French for no apparent reason) and well, Bill Engvall... Not even just "heeeeeeeeeres your sign," but there's the routine he does about the ill fated parasailing attempt he made under the influence of Vicodin and a cocktail that's pretty much all facial expression that very nearly does have the above effect, no matter how many times I've seen it. You know who else is shockingly good at standup? Robin Williams. There was this HBO special a few years ago he did where I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe, especially when he got into the history of golf.

There are other ones I like a lot... Lewis Black, early Eddie Murphy, Caroline Rhea, the late Sam Kinison... there's a list...

Ow.

A fine way to give oneself a repetitive stress injury is to come up with something silly to do with your other hand and your feet whilst completing a tedious 2 hour clicky clicky assignment at work. In this case, this would be tap out the drum riff to "Bela Lugosi's Dead" with your left hand and foot while it is playing. No, I am not entirely sure what possessed me to do this, except that it seemed fun at the time.

Do not, I repeat, do not attemp this unless you are, of course, the drummer of Bauhaus. Also percussion seems to be to "Bela Lugosi's Dead" as cello/string bass is to Pachebel's "Canon in D," which is to say, repetitive and torturous at durations over four minutes. Of course, since the Canon is only five minutes long and Bela Lugosi's Dead clocks in at about three times that for the live version, clearly, Kevin Haskins has far more to complain about. And apparently calves of steel. I think I just gave myself a shin splint.