The perils of SCS

For those of you who think being funny is an easy job compared to, say, searching for undetonated mines in Vietnam or being the sheriff of unclaimed Black Hills territory in 1877, you've got another thing coming. According to MTV, that venerable branch of the Fourth Estate, our role model in hilarity has checked into a mental facility.

It would appear that Mr. Chappelle is yet another fallen footsoldier in the war against Sad Clown Syndrome (SCS). This ailment seems to strike the funniest of funnymen and women, ranging from cocaine addict (Robin Williams) to murder-suicide victim (Phil Hartman) to alleged child molester (Paula Poundstone).

Are all comics such neurotic messes of human beings that they must turn to drugs, violence, and Southern Hemisphere mental facilities in order to convalesce from SCS? I think the answer is, at least the comics with souls must. Luckily for Jeanette and I, we have nothing but howling vacuums inside. If you lean in you can hear the whistle of wind blowing through the place where our hearts and souls ought to be. So fear not: SCS is not contagious, and Jeanette and I will continue to plug away despite whatever may befall our brother-in-arms, Dave Chappelle.

-Alanna