Maybe that's not enough. I'll fix the paragraphing later; I'm about to be kicked off.
Fran Lebowitz was pretty funny in the 1970's, but not funny enough to do nothing but attend parties for the next thirty-odd years, I would have thought.
I saw that movie about the chess team from Brooklyn. The kid who says "bullshit" was the real hero; he saved the film from a G rating.
When one writes about the history of "Mad" magazine and specifically cites
grotesque cartoons by Don Martin, Antonio Prohias's "Spy vs. Spy," Al Jaffee's "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions," Dave Berg's "Lighter Side of…," Sergio Aragones's marginal miniatures, he owes it to Frank Jacobs to give his name and not simply mention
song parodies to the tune of "By the Time I get to Phoenix", as some dweeb at the Wall Street Journal did
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203897404578076471520299856.html here.
To do the same thing that always fails, over and over, while expecting different results is not, in fact, the definition of insanity. It is an example of extreme stupidity. Insanity is a different animal. An insane person might do the same thing over and over
because it always fails.
Why do you never hear "he died doing what he loved" when someone dies from a drug overdose?
