This episode, to quote a better man than myself, “Drops science like Galileo dropped the Orange.” The science in question? Writing. Courtenay Hameister and writer/producer Bill Oakley (The Simpsons, Portlandia) talk about the fresh hell that awaits you inside the writers room, picking your battles, Why Wes Anderson probably won’t be directing a Marvel movie any time soon, how Bill discovered his sense of humor early in his childhood, stashed at the bottom of a box in his attic, and how he came to be on the nude beaches of Sauvie Island thinking deep thoughts this past weekend. Other topics include – Why writing drama is so much easier than writing jokes, The Killing still sucks, and Gilbert Gottfried: Erotic Audiobook Master.
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So what was the bit in Avengers Bobby was talking about? I can think of a couple, but I’m not sure which one he was referencing.
SPOILERRRRRRRRRR FOR THE AVENGERS (though vague)
The death?
I loved Mission Hill. Please revive that show.
Also, didn’t get to hear enough of Courtenay’s sexy voice this episode.
Yeah, I assume you’re talking about my spot-on Bill Cosby impression, and I just didn’t feel like there was an appropriate time to whip it out. Next week!
By the way, evidently Bill fashioned two Mission Hill characters (Natalie Leibowitz-Hernandez and Carlos Hernandez-Leibowitz) on Portland author Lois Leveen and her husband Chuck. The more you know! Bling!
Nope, just your everyday normal sweet voice.
“Speaking of thumbs in vaginas…” May have been the greatest segue in history. I almost did a spit-take with my coffee
Almost had a spit take during the show fatboy, you go to clubs really?
Yeah. I’m there every weekend. Non-stop.
Seriously though – how totally out of bounds is it that I’ve been up in a club before. Multiple times even. It’s not like I said “I was hanging out with some friends IN MARS” or whatever. I was a DJ. It was bound to happen.
no judgement here you just don’t seem like the club type. You know a juiced up meat head looking to hook up with a club girl. Well maybe things have changed since the last time I went to one… along time ago.