DEAR READER,

Boston is a funny town. We have a sarcastic defense mechanism that spits fire when encouraged, and most of it is pure comedy. When it isn’t, it’s even funnier. That’s why we tapped into the underbelly of what drives this laughingstock and let BINJ run riot on the local comedic geniuses who make it happen. They may be mostly white and not very gender balanced, but that’s also funny. So read Dan McCarthy’s feature and find out why we own NYC (get it?!) and could care less if people laugh at our jokes. Pay close attention to Lamont Price who gets down and semi-dirty with us in advance of his Boston Calling donnybrook, so there’s that.

We also touched base with the local crew at The Gas and crawled up the ass of the delegates from Comedy at the Knitting Factory. They’re fucking shit up in Allston this weekend and are definitely worth your time and money.

Laughing is better than crying, unless you’re laughing so hard that you’re crying, then it’s super cool—but my point is, laugh more and cry less and check out the local comedy scene. It’s just as vibrant as our music and arts community and deserves a double take. You’ll thank us over tears of joy later.

Jeff Lawrence, DigBoston Publisher + Editor

OH, CRUEL WORLD

Dear Budweiser,

I’m obviously not the first person to point out how asinine it is that you renamed yourself America. Or to point out how perfect it is, since you’re both fucking disgusting. It really is offensive even just to see you in the store though, and in some cases being carried around by folks who have no clue just how goddamn dumb they are. They remind me of the kind of people who would drive a Ford pickup truck and, thinking that “Ford Tough” was a real thing and not just a motto to appeal to the lowest common denominator, actually wears hats and T-shirts claiming said manufactured toughness. That’s you in a can, tasting like a toilet in the hottest desert on the hottest day in the grand old US of A. I’ll take some legal marijuana and a kind brew, thank you very much.