Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Sad, Lonely Life of the Funnyperson

Below, Onion writers suffering. From left to right: Megan Ganz, Joe Garden, Todd Hanson and ONN writer Carol Kolb. Photo: Nicholas Roberts/WaPo
This might be good. We've not actually read it, only been exposed to the advertising. Caveat emptor.

Beyond the general grousing about the unending meetings, writers also griped with a sort of doleful pride that their work for the paper was something they toiled at, in at least some far compartment of their minds, during every waking moment of their lives.

"Everything becomes fodder for humor. It's actually a terrible way to go through life," said Guterman during a cigarette break on the sidewalk on Broadway. "You never entirely leave the work. It makes it impossible to have conversations with people. Your mind is incessantly working in this mode."

No shit. Especially the "It makes it impossible to have conversations with people" part. It's no picnic going through life poking fun at anything that moves or, alternately, is too lazy to move. Or inanimate. 

Story editor Todd Hanson, 39, who is the acknowledged despair specialist and the oldest writer on the staff, took a pull on a cigarette and offered a slightly different spin. "For me, comedy is essentially about personal horror, and transforming that horror into something people can laugh at."

Laugh while you can, funny boy.

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