Prairie Home Companion
In the middle of Ohio, there aren’t a lot of things to do, so I found myself eating Taco Hell outside K-Mart, watching the shoppers come and go, and listening to Garrison Keillor.
Now, I only know the guy by reputation and a few things I’ve heard or seen here and there, and I have but this to say.
Every conversation I have is wittier, has more substance, and is funnier than anything I’ve heard from him.
Hell, every conversation I’ve ever had with Kim, or Connie, or Riverdog, or Chris Byrne… and these are serious bloggers. Steve H, or Vman, or Elisson are every moment funnier than Garrison, and it boggles me that he has a show.
Minnesota nights must be longer and colder than Indiana.
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Another datapoint to support the contention that leftists have no sense of humor.
Viz: Al Franken.
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I never understood the attraction of his show. It’s simply not entertaining, on the whole. But then again, it’s on NPR on Saturday, when all normal people are watching college football or raking the leaves. How it got its fame, I do not know. If “ole timey radio” was that lame, no wonder everyone had 14 kids in the “good ole days.”
Remember the annoyingly smug girl in grade school who got 100’s on all of her English Lit tests, who was thrilled when the teacher wanted the class to study poetry or diagram sentences, and everyone else wanted to die, and who grew up to be a librarian or make Mary Englebreit style arts & crafts crap to sell at craft shows to housewives? She who had the Dewey Decimal System memorized? I suspect this is his total audience. They must find him sexy.
Thanks, man. My energies are now going into the novel, which is coming right along (but still a long way from being done).
I’m still shooting, in fact was out on the range yesterday, trying out a buddy’s CMP Garand and a M70 Winchester I’ve had for a while but never shot (it has a horrible Williams sight I can’t really focus on, so my best group at 100 yards was 4″). OTH, with the Garand, I laid down a 3″ group with ease (love that wide-post GI sight).
Keep at it, somesone has to take up the space now that I’m slacking off with the blog.
People from Minnesota are just… strange. IMO.
Isn’t Minnesota part of Canada?
Whatever. I know he’s a flaming liberal and some things he says upset me. You may not like him and that’s fine. A lot of people do. I’m one of them. It’s a bit of Americana. And it beats American Idol, I imagine, but then I don’t watch that.
People from Minnesota are just… strange. IMO. (I thinks that’s his point).
Never heard of ’em.
Hey, I don’t dislike him- I just don’t ge the humor. If you can call it humor.
My parents listen to him. Hell, I even went to see him live in St Paul. He’s not funny, and is an arrogant prick, or so I hear from someone who’s worked for him. A pox on him.
Talk about being damned with faint praise…
…I could make a smart-ass remark about how my dead grandmother is every moment funnier than Garrison Keillor, too, but that would be snotty. I take your words as a high compliment.
As for Keillor, I understand what he’s trying to do with his Prairie Home Companion, and I even appreciate a little of his dry-as-a-bone upper-Midwestern humor…but it ain’t my cup of tea. On the other hand, I just finished Patrick Hughes’s book Diary of Indignities and I laughed my ass off all the way through.
See, to me, Jean Shepherd is “true” midwestern humor. Not highbrow, not too smart for the room, just real midwest.
“…I could make a smart-ass remark about how my dead grandmother is every moment funnier than Garrison Keillor, too, but that would be snotty.”
And that’s why you’re funnier than he is, every moment of your life. I bet you SNORE funner than Keillor. I’m confident your farts are funnier. Maybe not to SWMBO.
I think he’s hysterical. We used to listen to his tapes on long drives.
Must be a california thing. Kim is way funnier than Garrison. Maybe you’re just USED to Kim.
“See, to me, Jean Shepherd is “true†midwestern humor. Not highbrow, not too smart for the room, just real midwest.”
Something we share: an abiding affection for Jean Shepherd. And both of us actually met the man face-to-face.
Shep had more of teh funny in his pinkie fingernail than Garrison Keillor ever had, has, or will have in his entire body and soul. I miss him. Perhaps I’ll fire up the ol’ iPod and listen to the “Boodle Am Shake” in his memory.
Jean Rocks. Even in the afterlife.
Thanks, Connie, it was geting lonely here.
What am I missing here ? I’ve never bothered to read or listen to Keillor.
swmbo
hey, Ed, we just don’t get it. Twelve minutes on people getting shavings of metal in their food from poorly made can openers?
See, I miss a couple days of my blogruns, and this is what I get.
Thanks Og; I must admit, every time I’m at a gathering of bloggers and gun folks I think to myself “Man, this is great, but it would be 10 times as fun if Og was here”.
ROFLMAO!
Thanks, Chris, that’s EXTREMELY high praise.