A self-described “ever-changing attempt to perform 30 plays in 60 minutes,” “TMLMTBGB” is, well, exactly what it says it is. Or how about this: take “Saturday Night Live,” hand it to a bunch of punky weirdos, make it three hours long, then make it one hour-longwithout cutting anything from the three-hour version, slash the budget to something like $27.14 per show, get rid of the cameras, infuse the whole thing with principles from a semi-obscure early twentieth-century art movement and then plop the whole thing down in Andersonville across the street from a funeral home. Do that and you’ll be kind of close.
Dime Stories: The Donkey Show 2020 For the first time in either party's convention, it wasn't merely a bunch of old white guys tossing off feel-good bromides to a servile base wearing stupid hats. It wasn't a pep rally—it attempted to be a serious consideration of where we are, as a people and a country, and for the most part, it succeeded.
