If there’s one thing we can say about the first half of 2017, it has really put the “HA” back in “harrowing disaster.”
And for that, we owe it a great deal. It has saved us, returning us to our roots and reminding us that to take the mundane and modern view of a beam fall simply as “a mistake” or “a deduction” or “a miserable storm of hate-diarrhea that has ruined everything” is to obscure the original purpose of falling on beam: comedy.
When Toulouse-Shelgunova called us to her side and said, “I’ll just pick up this flyer for free piano lessons and…NO IT’S A TRAP…”
When Flavia Magritte tried to teach Double Dutch to that clan of militant gibbons…
…they joined a pantheon as old as time itself. One that truly understands them.
Because sometimes, you just have to droop down and…succumb to the pox once and for all?
“Who wants to bring Nana a barf bag?”
And sometimes you would resume your routine after a fall, but the beam just doesn’t deserve it.
“You know what? No. Not for you today.”