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I went to see comedian David O’Doherty in Vicar street last night. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Rick speaks highly of him and Anto thinks he’s a comedy genius. His support act was Wilson Dixon. Apparently he’s a Country Music star from Colorado and while I may doubt the veracity of his claims, I couldn’t knock his comedy. Taking a swipe at middle America, he was funny and smart, but once he was singing his comedy songs he shone. DOD had a tough act to follow.

He needn’t have worried, of course. O’Doherty’s natural comic act was hilarious. His laid back delivery and who-gives-a-fuck attitude make his show a great success. Some of his act fell off a bit, but most of it was lapped up by a very appreciative audience, me included.

This is DOD’s first gig since his return from winning the if.comedy award in Edinburgh and, according to him, his biggest gig to date. He will only get bigger.

Two rednecks, Bubba and Cooter, decide to go to college. Bubba goes first, and he is advised to take maths, history and logic.

— “What’s logic?” says Bubba.
— “Well, let me give you an example,” says the professor. “Do you own a tractor?”
— “Sure do,” says Bubba.
— “Okay. Then I assume, using logic, that you have a yard.”
— “That’s real good,” says Bubba, in awe.
— “Logic also tells me that since you have a yard, you also have a house. Is that right?”
— “Gawly!” says Bubba.
— “And since you own a house and a house is tough to take care of by yourself, the odds are that you have a wife. Right?”
— “Betty Mae! This is incredible!”
— “Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume you are heterosexual. Is that right?”

— “You are absolutely right! Why that’s the most fascinatin’ thang I ever heerd of. I can’t wait to take this here logic class!”

Bubba, proud of the new world opening up to him, goes back into the hallway where Cooter is waiting.

— “So what classes are ya takin’?” says Cooter.
— “Maths, history and logic,” says Bubba.
— “What in tarnation is logic?”
— “Let me give you an example,” says Bubba. “Do you own a tractor?”
— “No.”
— “Then you’re gay.”

Question: What did the Buddhist say to the hot dog vendor?

Answer: Make me one with everything.

I‘m on the DART on the way home after the David O’Doherty gig in Vicar Street and I’ve been catching up on the affairs over in The Blog Pound. It’s a lively, if somewhat pointless debate spurred on by a rant from my best friend Mr Doyle. I’m not going to add anymore to the debate here. I don’t feel there’s a need.

However, in my reading, I followed a link to Le Craic’s blog this evening and now, sitting on the train laughing so hard I look like a buffoon, I’m receiving odd stares from my fellow passengers.

So, what has inspired my guffaws. AJ’s photoshopping skills have produced the best picture of me ever, with some sage words from yours truly included.

AJ, I love this. Still new to blogging, I have enjoyed it so much and it’s silly moments like this that make me realise why. It’s all fun. The online debates and the offline meetups; the lengthly reports on new Irish start-ups and the stories of bruised moobs; the lampooning videos of US Vice-Presidential candidates and the YouTube clips of a strange unicorn named Charlie; the smiling pictures of bloggers with Mickey Mouse and the photoshopped satire of the very talented AJ. All of these things make reading blogs far more interesting than just perusing the Independent in the morning or vegetating in front of Sky One all evening.

So…I say, let’s all meet up at the Web Awards and raise a glass to the Blogosphere and all who sail in her.