CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #590
This last year feels like it happened in a fog... if fog made noise... if fog never shut up... if fog hated... if fog lied. There were many times that writing comedy seemed besides the point. Perfectly irrelevant. Laughing at the human condition, at the shared minutiae of life, suddenly felt like a shallow luxury, a mindless distraction from this toxic cloud that enveloped and poisoned everything. But what other choice was there? Get up in the morning and do... what? Write drama? (Lordy, can you imagine the faces of my bosses at Warner Bros. if I told them I wanted to write drama? I can. Their eyes are wide and they’re smiling and nodding, but if you listen closely you can hear their sphincters tighten.) Doesn’t really matter. I couldn’t write drama anyway. In second grade my teacher Miss Gosden told my parents I was the class clown, and perhaps I wasn’t getting enough attention at home. Nothing’s changed. Anyway, not seeing any other options, comedy was written this year. Comedy was performed, directed, produced and edited. And, despite the fog, willfully ignoring the fog, I found myself able to laugh. And I hope you laughed too. Maybe that’s all we can do. Maybe the great, multi-cultural, humanistic American experiment will end with a chuckle. Lordy.
1st Aired: 10 May 2018