Sure. Yes, that’s me.

Sure. Yes, that’s me.

If there were a late-night comedy show completely run by comedy writers, without any interference from a host, producer, or network, that show would probably be called The Darkest and Most Impossibly Horrible Things You Can Imagine, Presented as Comedy. Every sketch would end with a gunshot or an infant’s stroller engulfed in flames, and the show would be canceled halfway through its opening titles. That’s because most comedy writers are so inured by humor that only the most shockingly toxic ideas can achieve the proper velocity to penetrate their indifference.

Conan writer Todd Levin on how jokes die, for GOOD Magazine “Just Like That but Funny”

I like nice jokes that make me feel nice.

fuckyeahdirectors:

Richard Ayoade on-set Submarine (2010)

Of all the ways there are to photograph a director on set, my favorites are the ones where they’re actually touching the camera. There’s something so romantic about the director who loves the lens. Not all directors do. But this director of this scene in this film is a great example of one who loves the lens.
By the way, I love this site. It’s my favorite of the genre.

fuckyeahdirectors:

Richard Ayoade on-set Submarine (2010)

Of all the ways there are to photograph a director on set, my favorites are the ones where they’re actually touching the camera. There’s something so romantic about the director who loves the lens. Not all directors do. But this director of this scene in this film is a great example of one who loves the lens.

By the way, I love this site. It’s my favorite of the genre.



Please fund, gentlepeople

Three days left to make this happen. Either you dig up a little coin and make yourself feel nice about parting with it for the sake of tasteful and gentlemanly pursuits and PTO makes another glorious season, or you don’t, and it goes away. Not to make it an ultimatum because that would be unseemly. But now’s the time is what I’m saying.

putthison:

Now’s the time to put away the coulda-woulda-shouldas and bring out the here-I-goes. We’ve got three days left in our Kickstarter campaign to raise the funds to pay for a second season of Put This On. Already, more than 700 Put This On viewers have elected to help us make more. Hundreds of thousands of people watched season one. Tens of thousands subscribe to this blog and visit every day. If you want to see a second season of our show, you can make it happen.

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Spectating from across the way

A: You get it dry cleaned, you tell your friends their name-calling hurts your feelings, and you get back on the slopes.

A: You get it dry cleaned, you tell your friends their name-calling hurts your feelings, and you get back on the slopes.

I like to think that this was purely unposed. That Kubes was so deep in his zone figuring out the blocking of this health farm scene that he was entirely unaware of his face’s proximity to the giant ceramic buttcock. And that a crew member saw him there, thought it was naughty, and snapped what could be one of my favorite photos of him ever.

I like to think that this was purely unposed. That Kubes was so deep in his zone figuring out the blocking of this health farm scene that he was entirely unaware of his face’s proximity to the giant ceramic buttcock. And that a crew member saw him there, thought it was naughty, and snapped what could be one of my favorite photos of him ever.

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Chair
Why not tell a story. It’s kind of a dumb one, but it’s my story, so I can tell it. November 10, 2008, I was invited by an Apple employee who is also a friend—let’s call him Scutt Flimpson—to visit the campus. Scutt was kind enough (that day) to let me be a stupid gawking pantspeeing dork while visiting what I considered hallowed grounds. For lunch, we hit Caffe Macs.
Trying to be non-chalant around a bunch of computer people on lunch break from making amazing things, I walked by Steve, just sitting there with a colleague on the patio, having a lunch meeting.
I went inside, ordered a burrito. Scutt and I carried our trays in search of an empty table. Walked outside, Steve and his colleague had left their table and it was now unoccupied. I didn’t have to say a word to Scutt. He knew, and took a seat where the colleague was.
First I took a picture of the man’s chair. Then I sat in it. Then I ate my burrito. It tasted like a pretty good burrito. Then, I’ll never forget what I did next. I used products made by the man’s company and tried my best to embody the spirit with which they were made, every day for the rest of my life.
Steve is a hero to me. I don’t work for him, but consider him my leader. He will always be with me.

Chair

Why not tell a story. It’s kind of a dumb one, but it’s my story, so I can tell it. November 10, 2008, I was invited by an Apple employee who is also a friend—let’s call him Scutt Flimpson—to visit the campus. Scutt was kind enough (that day) to let me be a stupid gawking pantspeeing dork while visiting what I considered hallowed grounds. For lunch, we hit Caffe Macs.

Trying to be non-chalant around a bunch of computer people on lunch break from making amazing things, I walked by Steve, just sitting there with a colleague on the patio, having a lunch meeting.

I went inside, ordered a burrito. Scutt and I carried our trays in search of an empty table. Walked outside, Steve and his colleague had left their table and it was now unoccupied. I didn’t have to say a word to Scutt. He knew, and took a seat where the colleague was.

First I took a picture of the man’s chair. Then I sat in it. Then I ate my burrito. It tasted like a pretty good burrito. Then, I’ll never forget what I did next. I used products made by the man’s company and tried my best to embody the spirit with which they were made, every day for the rest of my life.

Steve is a hero to me. I don’t work for him, but consider him my leader. He will always be with me.



You should know, Bowfinger is one of my favorite movies.



Warby Parker “Home Try-On”

When my photographer pal Noah Kalina was in LA for our Everyday video shoot, I mentioned to him that I’d been contacted by the eyeglasses retailer Warby Parker, who happened to be one of my favorite companies. Noah goes, he goes, “I want to be in it.” And the idea came instantly, right there in front of Umami Burger. The good people at Warby Parker signed off on it, and out we went to Brooklyn to shoot the thing.

Honestly, it’s one of the most gratifyingly silliest ideas I’ve gotten to make, and in service of a product far more stylish and cool than I have any right to be a part of. They’re really good glasses. I wear three pairs interchangeably, including these from the new sunglasses line.

And I almost forgot to mention. REGGIE FUCKING WATTS. The narrator is Reggie Watts. I don’t know how it happened either. It just is, so let’s just go with it.

The UPS guy is the inimitably charming, Put This On’s own auteur-in-residence Benjamin Ahr Harrison.

Many excruciatingly talented people helped make this. Here they are:

(Source: sandwichvideo)

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