Life is funny! Like Mel Brooks said, "Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall down an open manhole and die."
Wait, that's not funny. Or is it? I'm confused. Perhaps I should ask the people at Stand Up!, the indie label at the center of Matt Snyders' feature story. After you've read the story, check out videos of the performers mentioned.
Elsewhere in the world of humor, local thinktank Growth & Justice is hosting the "Worst Political Advertising in America" awards. I'm sure there's no shortage of candidates. Are the McCain girls eligible? Also turns out the Society of Professional Journalists is dropping some awards on us, and I hope none are "Worst Of" awards.
In tragicomic news, being a meteorologist doesn't mean you have a clue about the earth's climate. CO2 isn't a pollutant, it's a boon for the Earth and all her creatures ... in Bizarro world. Also tragicomic: Rachel Hutton tried a McLatte. I've eaten raw goat and I'm not so sure about that.
More tasty fare can be found at Vive Minnesota, which celebrates growing Latino influence on the state.
Hillary Clinton is still running for President. I do not have a joke here.
On a more serious note, Minnesota has become a leader in treatment for military veterans who commit crimes. This is uniformly good news from my perspective.
Somehow the Chicago Bulls hit the lottery despite having less than a two percent chance to land the No. 1 pick in the NBA draft. This puts the Wolves third in a draft with two marquee players.
Mike Lamb, it's true, is playing badly this year. Judd Spicer floats the possibility of benching Lamb for Nick Punto. That's got to be a joke, right?