Writing about music is like dancing about architecture, a smart man once said – it doesn’t translate. This hasn’t stopped us trying to do just that for 15 years but it’s true nonetheless and the same applies to comedy.
Just ask anyone who has ever tried to tell a joke from a sitcom in a pub, only to find – after their long, elaborate set-up – that the punchline dies in their mouth and everyone just stares, puzzled or embarrassed. Recounting comedy is difficult, you need to experience it.
So we won’t tell you why Hyperbole and a Half, the half blog/ half comic strip creation of Allie Brosh, is the funniest website in the world (and if you’ve read it already then you know that and need read no further). It’s certainly the best since the late nineties glory days of The Onion (which now seems to be limping, like the Simpsons, into an eternity of being smart and amusing, but nothing like the joy it once was).
We won’t bore you with the brilliance of the illustrations, crafted painstakingly in Microsoft Paint to look like the delirious outpourings of a sugar-addled 10 year old. We won’t go on about Brosh’s amazing versatility, the way she can move from gen-X wisecracking or sweetly embarrassing memories of childhood to wrenching accounts of depression (see illustration) and make them all motherfucking funny (warning: Hyperbole and a Half likes swearing).
We’ll simply say go here for her memory of childhood cake-related shame, here for her attempts to test her dog for learning disability or here for her adventures in depression. In fact, anywhere will do, you’re never more than a mouseclick away from brilliance. But make sure you read this in an environment where helpless giggles and seal-like clapping are acceptable. A hospital, for example.
Hyperbole and a Half has been quiet for a long time, which may have something to do with depression or Allie working on a book – we’re guessing based on previous posts. We hope for her sake and ours that it is the latter, mostly because we want Allie to be happy (if you read a few posts and haven’t fallen in love with her there is something medically wrong with you) but also because we want more of her genius.
As for you lot? Well, when you’ve followed our advice and realised we’ve made your life 10-25% better, we’re pleased to say that we accept paypal. You can’t buy happiness, they say, but let’s agree £20 or $30 per belly laugh – fair enough?