A few years back, some friends and I attended a screening of two silent films at the Egyptian Theater. There we were, watching films with no color and nary a sound, other than the organ and that of our guffaws.
You know, it would behoove many a writer today to go back and take some pointers. After all, the best comedy needs no special effect–it doesn’t even require the spoken word. It needs only an exaggerated look at life, maybe a gag or two, and a little thing called timing. With those ingredients, the laughs are certain to continue well past the age in which they were performed.
I was reminded of this fact yet again yesterday, as I snuggled into the evening watching the PBS special, Pioneers of Television: Variety. There I was, munching kettle corn and laughing out loud to variety show clips.
It also reminded me that laughter is the best medicine of them all.
So to you, dear friends, I wish a weekend that tickles your funny bone. May you laugh–out loud and with abandon–until your ribs ache and tears stream down your face. May you find no recourse but to throw your head back and snort–making you laugh all the harder. May you be blessed with one moment in time where all things that are the least bit funny, magically disappear …