I think it's funny how the New Yorker picked the MOST NewYorkerish strip from Onstad's oeuvre. Proof positive that they not only can't create comedy, but they can't understand it either. ANNNNYWAY the interview is hilarious (because Onstad probably just wrote the questions and the answers, as he's done before).
Who's Onstad? He's someone who has given me daily laughs since aught-2 , when I stayed home from college classes for a day to read all of the back issues of Achewood. I encourage you, dear reader, to do the same. Just make sure it's on a Friday, since no one will be there at the morning classes lest their secret life of sobriety be discovered and even if you have an afternoon class the prof is pretty checked out, and probably day trading instead of "trying to fix the powerpoint animated gifs" (you can tell by whether or not he cusses out the helpful but much maligned paperclip).
ITEM! Beer Can SlapKoozies.
ITEM! Bollywood movies taught me a word: Barmy
after you turned 16
your heart became barmy
you turned 16
and my heart went berserk
barm·y (bärm-i)
adj. barm·i·er, barm·i·est
1. Full of barm; foamy.
2. Eccentric; daft.
So it's a British word ('natch). Viddy the "Barmy Army" who is a bunch of cricket fans.
Their wikipedia says that they discourage hooliganism. So I guess they're the kind of Barmy where you tell everyone you had a "REAL CRAZY TIME" but in fact all you really did was have a Red Bull chugging contest and then felt a little sick because of all the fizz. Not like when I was a kid. We barmed out until the authorities took notice and said things like "It's 11:00 boys, the food court is closed"
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