You know funny is subjective and rather personal. It doesn't exist as an Aristotelian essence. Therefore, it might be instructive to establish a baseline for what is considered funny as a man (or woman) who condemns basil simply may not possess the sensory organs to appreciate the taste of basil and may condemn basil out of ignorance and a biological lack of a dualiginium, which is Latin for "basil taster." (No, it isn't. I just made that shit up).
So, for example, I like Robert Smigel, Larry David, Andy Kaufman, Wes Anderson, Whit Stillman, Smothers Brothers, Lenny Bruce, but I don't particularly care for Mel Brooks, Stone and Parker, Chris Rock. I fence sit on Chapelle. But I like David Cross and Odenkirk (usually when he's teamed with someone else).
I like Zero Punctuation (how can you not?), but find most of the other comic content on Escapist spotty, but demonstrating flashes of brilliance. There's great potential there, for sure.
So, I guess I can't begrudge someone their opinion for enjoying South Park (I do enjoy it, but VERY rarely) or Robin Hood: Men in Tights (which I find almost unbearable) or Forest Gump (which I loathed with white hot contempt), but I'm in the minority as most people would rather watch a Will Ferrell movie than lap up Last Days of Disco with their mostly vestigial dualiginium (<-- made up).
Having said that, the incendiary components of accumulating tinder on the forest floor of VGT will go up, it's just a matter of time. You can stroll about the verdant pathways and ***** about the unsightly heaps of pine needles and such, but sooner or later that shit is gonna blaze. So come to the show early or come to it late, but it's gonna be on.
Yeah.
I mix metaphors.
Deal!