Seventeen days.
That's longer than the Olympic Games. And those are only every two years. Seen thataway, SF Sketchfest is a display of the peaks of human wit, endurance, heckle-resistance, laugh-slaloming, staged chummery, "yes, and"-ingness, nostalgia under duress, voice-doing, and grit. This is where humor comes to restore itself, its players taking time out from their working lives to celebrate with one another, and with us. This year, we decided to let them speak for themselves, and to themselves. So in this issue — and the next two, covering the festival's Jan. 22-Feb. 8 run — we'll offer conversations. Some are really funny, some are surprisingly poignant, and all of them tell tales of people who dedicate their lives to reaching the limits of human potential, and riffing right past them.
Bigger Than Jesus’ Hair: Our Love for the King of the Parody Is Stronger Than Ever
Those Terrible Things You Say: Two of the Bay’s Own Establish Boundaries
Like TV Father, Like TV Son: Jonathan Katz and Jon Benjamin Are Strange, But Not Stranged
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