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rob morrisonovertime in branson: the yakov smirnoff theatre
| written by asterios on 12/26/06 | 1 comment |
one of my favorite aspects of branson, mo culture is the yakov smirnoff theatre. i know that sounds insane, but it’s true: the former soviet comedian has successfully owned an operated an 1,800 seat theater in branson for the past 14 years. here’s some ad copy from his website @ www.yakov.com:
There ought to be a caution sign as you enter the Yakov Smirnoff Theatre in Branson, Missouri. It should read “Warning! Hold on to your seat ‘cause this guy is about to blow you away with dynamite comedy!”
yakov - it’s your theater. if you want that sign, you can go out and make it and hang it yourself. or have your assistant make it, i don’t know - i don’t have all the answers.
still, you gotta be impressed by a guy who’s run a successful theater since 1992 doing god knows how many shows a night. here’s where it gets epic: a mural yakov painted entitled “america’s heart” stood at 9/11’s ground zero from september 11th, 2002 to november of 2003.
he paid $100,000 out of his own pocket to create and hang it. the only reason it’s not up right now? it was torn down by freak windstorms. does this make yakov smirnoff the ballsiest comedian ever? yes.
and that’s why we’re giving our 2006 “Ballsy” award to yakov smirnoff. mr. smirnoff, if you’re ever in los angeles or new york city, please contact us and one of our writers will meet you, buy you lunch at tad’s steakhouse, and hand you the trophy.
your move, smirnoff.
filed under novelty, stand up
overtime and santa are on vacation… in branson?
| written by overtime on 12/25/06 | leave a comment |
we’re joining santa for a little r&r this week. we’ll be back next week for lots more blogging and video excitement.
oh, man. branson is gonna be awesome this year!!
merry christmas,
overtime
filed under novelty
overtime’s weirdest 80’s christmas special weekend ever!
| written by geoffrey on 12/23/06 | 1 comment |
tired of the same dumb old traditions and the same dumb old family? well, curl up by an atomic blast and celebrate the holidays with your new family: a shitload of wookies and your pals at overtime comedy. that’s right — we’re your family now!
no christmas special is complete without the cbs “special presentation” opener.
is the star wars holiday special as horrific as everyone says it is? you decide. is carrie fisher stoned out of her mind while singing? again, we’ll let you decide. but we’ll decide for you that she must have been high.
fozzie’s mom says, “[the muppets] are weirdos, but they’re nice weirdos.” weirdos? this coming from a talking puppet bear? still, in spite of this glaring contradiction, a muppet family christmas is probably one of the best, and least known, muppet movies.
here’s sctv taking holiday potshots at elton john & liberace, but the best part is john candy doing orson welles. if that’s not a christmas gift, then i don’t know what is! i want the new zelda game. don’t read the crossed out part. mom: get me that zelda game.
for those of you who think christmas is “da bomb,” or want to see this special end with “a bang” — i want you people out of my house, or i’m calling the cops. here’s the weird al classic, “christmas at ground zero.”
from everyone at overtime comedy, have a very happy holiday!*
*no joke. we mean it.
filed under disney, movies: 80s, muppets, music: 80s, novelty, sketch comedy, tv comedies: 80's
which late 90’s hip-hop song does santa sing?
| written by geoffrey on 12/22/06 | leave a comment |
the new millennium — yo, excuse me. santallennium.
filed under music: 90's, toys, uncategorized
i’m worried santa’s marriage is in trouble
| written by rob on 12/22/06 | leave a comment |
overtime writer rob asaro wishes you a very rob asaro christmas. his gift to you and your family? many articles on christmas, and this amazing clip of angela lansbury in 1996’s mrs. santa claus. you go, angela lansbury!
lately, i’ve been troubled over santa’s claus’ marriage. it’s a marriage built around false hope. think about it: the relationships itself is unusually formal, as santa claus never refers to his wife by first name. in addition, santa, who is about 1000 years old, has not considered retirement. most men his age would relish the opportunity to kick back and spend his last few years fishing or traveling. instead, santa claus takes on a full time job, most likely so that he can avoid the misses.
to speak frankly, santa himself is the most popular man in the word. he can have any woman he wants. santa is clearly powerful, rich and very successful — in essence, he is a catch. so why would he opt to stay in a marriage with a woman who doesn’t exactly keep herself up? her hair is matronly, she is clearly overweight, and i’m not sure what she looked like in her younger days, but she hasn’t aged well.
in many of the christmas specials, santa spends time speaking to his reindeer, snowman or sleeping children. he is starved for a personal connection, which he does not seem to have at home.
let me also add that he is no prize either. this isn’t entirely a mrs. claus issue. santa hasn’t spent a christmas eve with his wife in a millennium; he gets all the glory and fame, while she is reduced to hemming his coat and baking him cookies. if santa is so successful, why doesn’t he hire some live-in help, so mrs. claus can take a load off? if i was the misses, i imagine that i would be somewhat resentful.
all in all, i suppose no marriage is perfect, but it breaks my heart to see two people who clearly don’t love one another together.
filed under kid culture, tv comedy: 90s
they left him home alone again?
| written by rob on 12/21/06 | leave a comment |
this year, overtime writer rob asaro hopes you’ll have a very rob asaro christmas and read his holiday articles in the upcoming days.
as a parent, i would suspect that leaving your child “home alone” in chicago, while you were off gallivanting around, would scar said parent for life. i mean, it’s not like he’s your special hair conditioner — he is your baby! but hey, we all make mistakes. so, i’m going to let this isolated incident of negligence slide. i’m sure no parent would ever repeat such a terrible mistake.
twelve months later….
not even a full year after the worst ordeal of your life, and you lose him again? AGAIN?! what is wrong with you? dear mcallisters, you seem to have a lot of money to spend on traveling during the most expensive season of the year, but perhaps that money would be better spent on parenting classes, because you two are clearly the worst parents ever. i knew a cannibal once (his name was larry), and he ate his children, but at least HE knew where they were. you can’t even stay within a 30-mile radius of your son.
and what about you, kevin? you learned the lesson of a lifetime just twelve months ago. you learned that family was the most important thing in the world, and you quickly forgot? you’re a bright boy. you’ve foiled two burglars last year by using an elaborate mix of booby traps, coupled with your razor sharp, spot on wit. you, my dear boy, have a whole set of issues that mere paint cans and james cagney videos will never fix. get help, young man.
and finally, my dear burglars: it’s called a gun. you could have picked him off with one shot on several different occasions. come on guys, think!
all of you people frustrated me endlessly with your ill informed and mind numbingly terrible decision making. not only did you not learn from your experience, you actually forgot everything completely, and repeated the same exact mistakes, just in a slightly different part of the county. oy.
filed under movies: 90's