N.B.: I am accepting entries for the Blogalike Contest through midnight (Eastern Standard Time) on Wednesday, August 11. So far I have one entry, so somebody is going to win the gift certificate to Powell’s City of Books. You might as well give it a shot.
A few nights ago, I came back home and turned on the television only to find that my digital video recorder, after changing the channel to HBO to record Six Feet Under, had not chosen to record anything afterwards, which meant that the face that greeted me when the set flickered on was that of Sacha Baron Cohen, British comedian and star of Da Ali G Show. I watched about a minute and a half of the show (which I’d never seen before), found it unfunny, and went into the other room; too lazy to have turned the TV off, however, I could hear the mellifluous strains of Mr. Cohen’s voice floating through the air, occasionally resolving themselves into phrases distinct enough for me to make out. At some point, my consciousness alerted me to the fact that Mr. Cohen was singing in a vaguely Eastern European accent, accompanied by a guitar. I focused my attention and realized that I had grossly underestimated him, as what he was singing, a lively ditty called “In My Country There Is Problem,” may have been the funniest song ever written.
Go here to see a video of the whole thing. (Your computer needs to be able to read .wmv files, and it’s probably not safe for work, unless you happen to be employed by the KKK.)